Verse 1
The fields are cracked, the rivers gone
The sun's a mouth that feeds on dawn
We built this furnace stone by stone
And now we burn – but we're not alone
The bankers count their golden dust
The factories choke, the engines rust
They trade the air, they sell the rain
But no one buys the dying grain
Chorus
Heatwave, heatwave – you're the fever we chose
You burn the skin and you blacken the rose
The rich and the poor, they're all in the fire
But the rich don't believe that the flames will climb higher
Heatwave, heatwave – no shelter, no shade
We dug our own grave while the profits were made
Verse 2
The whales are gone, the bees don't hum
The forests burn for a kingdom come
The plastic sea, the poisoned bread
The children choke on what we fed
They promised gold, they promised light
They gave us debt and endless night
They sold us dreams on a melting shelf
Now we choke – on our own wealth
Bridge
But listen – the engines hum a lie
A lullaby for those who die
The shareholders dance on melting ice
And call it freedom – call it price
They think their towers touch the sky
But the heat will reach the penthouse high
No vault is cold, no bunker deep
When the earth decides you'll never sleep
Verse 3
The deserts grow where forests stood
The oceans rise like polished wood
And still they drill, and still they burn
With nothing left – they'll never learn
They steal the land, they sell the seed
They starve the world to fill their greed
But hunger knows no class or race
It eats the master's smiling face
Final Chorus
Heatwave, heatwave – you're the fever we chose
You burn the skin and you blacken the rose
The rich and the poor, they'll all disappear
When the heatwave is all that is left to fear
Heatwave, heatwave – no shelter, no shade
We built this fire – now we must degrade
Outro
So rise, you hollow ones, you left-behind
The money's worthless – the price is kind
There is no profit in a dying star
Only dust, and ash, and the scars of what we were
Rise now, before the last well dries
The heatwave is coming – it's in our eyes