Old men in suits bangin’ on drums, Talkin’ ‘bout war while the planet comes undone. Protectin’ their money, their power, their pride, While oceans are rising and children can’t hide. They sit in their towers, thinkin’ they’re kings, But they’re playin’ with futures like it don’t mean a thing. Short time on earth, still they call all the shots, Sellin’ our tomorrow for the things they already got. War drums, war drums, beatin’ so loud, Old men lyin’ while they cheat the crowd. Your time is done, your empire’s fake, Stop makin’ choices you won’t live to take. China, Russia, USA suits, Talk real big in their tailored boots. Pushin’ their flags, pushin’ their lies, While the ice caps melt and the planet cries. It ain’t your world, it’s not your stage, Stop writin’ our future with your war-stained page. We don’t need your war drum, don’t need your fight, We need air, we need water, we need the night. War drums, war drums, beatin’ so loud, Old men lyin’ while they cheat the crowd. Your time is done, your empire’s fake, Stop makin’ choices you won’t live to take. Rise up, kids, don’t scroll and sleep, Don’t let a thumbs-up be the truth you keep. Think long game, think blood, think soil, Not likes, not follows, not money and oil. War drums, war drums, we’re burnin’ ‘em down, No more echoes of a dead man’s sound. This is our time, this planet’s ours, We’ll break your drums and reclaim the stars. Soil turns black… (skies on fire) No way back… (rivers drier) Kids can’t breathe… (smoke in the sky) Whole world bleeds… (if we don’t try)
