Full Song with Performance Notes © 2026. Written by Trealach C. All rights reserved. Verse 1 —(soft but fierce, emotional vibrato) They’re hiding fortunes overseas, gentle vibrato, lingering on “seas” While volunteers are out there Risking their own lives to save another. voice lifts, more urgency No cameras, no applause, Just courage in the cold — backing hums: “mmm… ohhh…” ’Cause caring is sharing, And their hearts are made of gold. harmonies swell on “gold” Hospitals are begging, Charities are running dry, slightly louder, more grit But the ones who give the most Are the ones who barely get by. backing echoes: “barely get by…” They don’t do it for the spotlight, They don’t do it for a name — Rihanna belts lightly on “name” They do it ’cause humanity Still means something in the flames. harmonies rise, soft choir pad Pre‑Chorus —(stronger, rhythmic phrasing) They show up on the talk shows, Acting like they’re saints, backing whisper: “saints…” But every “gift” they hand out Comes back in tax breaks. backing: “tax breaks…” Chorus —(full voice, wide harmonies) Lead: We’re done watching you take everything While the world is breaking apart. Backing: “Everything… breaking apart…” Lead: Volunteers are saving lives tonight With nothing but their hearts. Backing: “Saving lives… their hearts…” Lead: Disaster funds are running empty While you hide your wealth from sight — If you paid the tax you owe, We could make the whole world right. Backing: “Make it right… make it right…” Lead: And we’re standing here demanding You finally carry your share. Backing: “Carry your share…” Verse 2 —(tight, fast, aggressive) Yeah, you’re stacking up estates With eighteen bathrooms you don’t use, snare accents every bar While families choose between Heating bills and food. You’re sailing on your yachts Built by hands you underpay, slight pause before “underpay” And the workers who made your fortune Can’t survive another day. You call it “legal strategy,” We call it what it is — voice tightens, more bite A system built to shield you While the rest of us barely live. They’re dropping billions on a rocket Just to float above the sky, beat drops out for 1 bar — dramatic While disaster funds are empty And the helpless wonder why. They’re racing into space Like the earth ain’t burning down, double‑time hi‑hats Flexing money in the cosmos While there’s hunger in every town. You hide your cash in shadows, Offshore like it’s a game, voice lowers, darker tone But the cost is human lives And you don’t even feel the shame. World Leaders Verse — (commanding, powerful) World leaders watching billionaires Fly rockets out to space, backing: “space… space…” But won’t demand a single tax To help the human race. They praise the “future vision,” But ignore the present pain — Rihanna belts “pain” ’Cause it’s easier to applaud a launch Than fix the flooding rain. Backing: “Fix the rain… fix the rain…” Disaster funds are bone‑dry While they cheer a private flight — beat