Lyrics

Cut the cord
Kill the feed
All their crowns
Built on need

You sell fear
In a bright white coat
Gold-plated prayers
Stuffed down our throats
You count votes
While the hospitals flood
Patent the cure
Then price it in blood

Set it all on fire
Every throne
Every liar
Imagine all this rage
Turned to healing
Turned to wires
We could burn out the disease
Not each other in the streets
But you’d rather choke the future
Just to own a dying dream

Tiny gods
In a glass boardroom
Trading lungs
Trading lives
Over catered food
You call it “risk”
When the poor kids quit
From a cancer cloud
You approved
You lit

I see labs in ruins
Under stadium lights
Brains on the sideline
While the cash takes flight

Set it all on fire
Every throne
Every liar
Imagine all this rage
Turned to healing
Turned to wires
We could burn out the disease
Not each other in the streets
But you’d rather choke the future
Just to own a dying dream

We mapped stars
Before we fixed the veins
Before we fixed the veins
Built new bombs
Left old pain the same
You sell wars
Like a medicine ad
But the cure for this
Is gonna hurt so bad

Rip the masks
From your plastic saints
Count the cost
Of your holy waste

Set it all on fire
Every throne
Every liar
Imagine all this rage
Turned to healing
Turned to wires
We could burn out the disease
Not each other in the streets
But you’d rather choke the future
Just to own a dying dream

What if every dollar spent on walls
Built a wing where a stranger walks out whole
What if every anthem
Every flag
Backed a trial
Backed a lab
No more kings
On a mountain of sick
Just a world that finally asks
“Can we fix this?” (hey!)

Set it all on fire
Every throne
Every liar
Imagine all this rage
Turned to healing
Turned to wires
We could burn out the disease
Not each other in the streets
But you’d rather choke the future
Just to own a dying dream

Tear down your greed-shaped empire
Feed that power to the wires
All this anger
All this ire
Turn it
Turn it
Set it all on fire