[Verse 1] [Female Vocals: Soft, breathy, cynical tone] The silver needle in the skin, To kill the hunger in your vein. You carve your body to be thin, A sculpture born of pride and pain. [Music darkens, becoming heavier] Across the sea, our river dries, My mother has no milk to give. No tears are left inside her eyes, I only want the chance to live. [Chorus][opera choirs] Too rich to eat Or too poor to thrive ? You pay to starve, While we pray to survive! Hold the balance, Make it make sense! Don't waste your chance, Don't waste your chance! [Post-chorus] Don't waste your chance! [Verse 2] [Female Vocals: Somber, haunting] You bought the trend, you paid the cost, To build a kingdom of your own. You count the pounds that you have lost, And sit upon a hollow throne. [Music darkens, becoming heavier] But over there, the fields are dead, We sleep upon the earthen floor. You fear the taste of daily bread, That we are dying waiting for. [Chorus][opera choirs] Too rich to eat Or too poor to thrive ? You pay to starve, While we pray to survive! Hold the balance, Make it make sense! Don't waste your chance, Don't waste your chance! [Key change][Bridge] The world is weighing you But you're as light as air. A million hungry ghosts Are standing round your chair. [Music darkens, becoming heavier] The world is weighing you Don't let famine seal our Fate Hold the scale, Feel the Weight And let the mercy through [Outro] Too rich to eat Or too poor to thrive ? You pay to starve, While we pray to survive Hold the balance, Make it make sense! Don't waste your chance, Don't waste your chance... [outro] Don't waste your chance...
