[Intro – low, gritty tone] Yeah… From the red dirt to the high-rise lies… We see it… we feel it… But they don’t hear it… [Verse 1] Fuel gauge bleeding like a vein in drought, Bowser numbers climb while the truth gets drowned, Every litre’s like a tax on breath, Drive to survive but you’re riding on debt. Woolworths receipts read like ransom notes, Cost of living rising while the wage just chokes, Bread, milk, eggs—luxury tiers, Counting coins like we counting fears. Inflation hits like a king-hit swing, Silent killer in the cost of things, Dollar shrinking but the bills inflate, Middle class drowning in a paperweight. They print more money, say “she’ll be right,” But the Aussie dream’s getting priced outta sight, From the battler’s grind to the family plate, We’re working more hours just to stagnate. [Hook – heavy, anthemic] Sunburnt land but the system’s cold, Digging our grave for a pocket of gold, Taxed on life from the womb to the grave, Still they call it “the land of the brave.” No roof, no rights, just pressure and pain, Kids got no future in this rigged game, Hear that knock? Better pray, stay still— ’Cause safety ain’t something you can afford or will. [Verse 2] Housing market like a billionaire’s game, First home dream? Yeah, forget that name, Prices rocket like a SpaceX flight, While you’re stuck renting with no end in sight. Investors stacking up ten, twenty doors, While a young family sleeps on the floor, Banks say “borrow,” but you’re signing chains, Thirty-year sentence just to feel the strain. Government hands in every pay slip, Slice it clean like a blade on the hip, Tax on income, tax when you spend, Tax when you die—does it ever end? Meanwhile ships leave loaded with ore, Iron, lithium—straight offshore, Corporations laughing to the bank, While the country’s left hollowed and blank. [Hook – heavier, layered vocals] Sunburnt land but the system’s cold, Digging our grave for a pocket of gold, Taxed on life from the womb to the grave, Still they call it “the land of the brave.” No roof, no rights, just pressure and pain, Kids got no future in this rigged game, Hear that knock? Better pray, stay still— ’Cause safety ain’t something you can afford or will. [Verse 3] Food chain poisoned but they call it “safe,” Chem trails settling on every plate, GMO seeds in the farmer’s hand, Patent life while they poison the land. Kids growing up on synthetic feed, ADHD and a chemical bleed, Labels lie while the truth gets buried, Profit first—human cost secondary. Sprayed crops shimmer in a toxic glow, What’s in the soil? We’ll never know, But the sickness rising, numbers climb, Another generation lost in time. No protection in your own damn home, Dial triple zero—hope they come, But by the time those sirens scream, You’re already living a nightmare scene. Rights stripped back in the name of control, Freedom traded for a safer role, But what’s safety when you’re left exposed? Just another lie that the system sold. [Bridge – stripped back, haunting] We built this land from dust and fight, Now we’re ghosts in our own birthright… They sell the future, line their vaults, While we inherit all the faults… [Final Hook – explosive, layered chant] Sunburnt land but the system’s cold, Digging our grave for a pocket of gold, Taxed on life from the womb to the grave, Still they call it “the land of the brave.” No hope, no shield, just smoke and mirrors, Truth gets lost while the end draws nearer, Hear that knock? Yeah, that’s reality— This ain’t freedom… it’s a casualty.
