[Intro – spoken, calm, cold] They say the country is full. But the land says otherwise. [Verse 1] They say “There’s no more room,” I look at the map, Miles of empty land, where the cities don’t even touch. Endless highways through nothing but dust, But somehow one more worker is “too much.” Skyscrapers stacked in the same few zones, Because regulation decides where you can build homes. Artificial scarcity, designed by law, Then they blame the people for the flaw. They see crowds, not capacity, They see borders, not reality. A continent mistaken for an apartment, A nation run like a locked compartment. [Pre-Chorus] They don’t fear numbers. They fear change. [Chorus] It’s not full — it’s mismanaged. Not crowded — just badly planned. The land is vast, the fear is small, But fear is louder than fact to them all. They say “There’s not enough to go around,” But wealth is created, not found in the ground. It’s not the people — it’s the cage. The country isn’t full. The minds are. [Verse 2] They say “They take our jobs,” like jobs are fixed, Like wealth is a pie that can’t be mixed. But every worker builds new demand, Every hand expands the economic span. More people don’t shrink the market — They grow it. More minds don’t drain the system — They fuel it. The cities you praise were built by waves, Of migrants, strivers, bold and brave. Every golden age you admire today Was powered by newcomers finding their way. [Pre-Chorus 2] They fear the table will shrink — But tables grow when more people build them. [Chorus] It’s not full — it’s mismanaged. Not crowded — just badly planned. The land is vast, the fear is small, But fear is louder than fact to them all. They say “There’s not enough to go around,” But wealth is created, not found in the ground. It’s not the people — it’s the cage. The country isn’t full. The minds are. [Verse 3] They see mouths, not hands, They see burden, not expansion. They don’t see builders, only bodies, Because fear turns humans into abstractions. They confuse economy with zero-sum war, As if trade is theft and growth is lore. But history already told the truth: Open societies create their own proof. [Bridge – slow, sharp] You don’t run out of bread because more bakers arrive. You get more bread. Because more people bake. [Final Chorus – bigger, victorious] It’s not full — it’s mismanaged. Not crowded — just badly planned. The land is vast, the fear is small, But fear is louder than fact to them all. They say “There’s not enough to go around,” But wealth is created, not found in the ground. It’s not the people — it’s the cage. The country isn’t full. The minds are. [Outro – cold] Nations don’t collapse from population. They collapse from bad ideas.
