THE CAPYBARA'S DIAGNOSIS

On the sickness industry

I'm just a capybara, soaking in the sun

Watching you fuckers on the run

From your own bodies, from your own minds

Chasing cures you'll never find

Your medicine's broken, studies can't repeat

But you keep swallowing that corporate treat

Everyone's got a surgery, a pill, a plan

While the pharma man gets rich again

They sell you the sickness, then sell you the cure

A fucking cycle that's so impure

Mindfulness and movement, food that's real

But that shit's free, can't make a deal

So they package the sun, they bottle the air

Put a price tag on simple care

A curated California fucking dream

While your natural health goes down the stream

You've forgotten how to just be alive

Need a subscription just to thrive

A pill for sleep, a pill for pain

While nature's cure goes down the drain

I'm just a capybara, but I know the truth

Your health industry is uncouth

Stealing your freedom, stealing your health

To build their fucking capitalist wealth

— Capybara