

(hmmmm) Ash falling down like synthetic snow
Smog in the valley where the neon glows
Tents on the pavement lined up in a row While the high-rises
stage a runway show
Draped in rags that cost a million bucks
Posing in the ruin of a burning truck
Turn the tragedy into a brand-new flex
Selling us disaster on a silver deck
Filtered rain falling on a concrete bed They’d rather monetize the dying
than keep 'em fed
Campsites turned into a photo-op The grinding wheel is never gonna stop
It’s luxury poverty, wrap it in a bow Commercialize the panic for
the live-stream show
If the world is ending,
make a profit off the grief Aestheticize the agony,
offer no relief
Look at the disaster,
ain't it so chic?
Renting out survival to the desperate and weak
Burn it down, pose for the lens Where the suffering starts,
the profit never ends
(no relief) (no
relief)