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