money makes us insane

Depression’s rising like a storm we never planned,
Kids are anxious, shaking with a phone in their hand.
Eight-second minds on a screen that steals our days,
TikTok dopamine hits that keep us trapped in the maze.

We fear being cancelled for saying what’s real,
So we smile for the crowd, suppress what we feel.
And while the world burns, we chase one thing — fame,
Forget climate and poverty, but remember the game.

They tell us it’s normal, they tell us it’s fine,
But something is broken in the collective mind.
I’m digging through the lies, pulling back the chain,
And all I see is money making people insane.

Money makes us insane,
Turns compassion into pain,
Keeps us fighting in a system
Where the winners feed on blame.

Money makes us insane,
Got us trapped inside the game,
In a world of manufactured scarcity
And never-ending shame.

Fifty percent sick — that’s not biology,
That’s an environment shaped by toxic ideology.
They separate mind and body like they’re not intertwined,
But trauma grows in the soil of the system design.

Black mothers lose babies at a higher rate,
Not genetics — it’s the pressure in this neoliberal state.
Autism rising, anxiety flooding our youth,
But they ignore society when searching for truth.

Who benefits from this? Who profits from pain?
Who built the rules that define the game?
Look beyond the surface — the truth is plain:
We’re living in a world that’s driving us insane.

Money makes us insane,
Turns compassion into pain,
Keeps us fighting in a system
Where the winners feed on blame.

Money makes us insane,
Got us trapped inside the game,
In a world of manufactured scarcity
And never-ending shame.

We’re social creatures wired to care,
But inequality poisons the very air.
Violence, suicide, depression on the rise —
All symptoms of a system built on lies.

Jobs that could be automated chain our minds,
Einsteins buried in factories wasting their lives.
Caring itself has become a luxury,
Because survival replaces humanity.

On Wall Street, the psychopaths climb,
Ten percent calculated in their prime.
Fraud, theft, deceit — not flaws, but tools,
This is what happens when markets rule.

We’re told:
“There is no society, only individuals.”
But isolated people become habitual
Consumers, addicts — a perfect design
For an empire that feeds off the collective decline.

Scarcity’s fake, the hunger is not,
We waste enough food to feed the lot.
Yet we’re told “work harder, it’s your own fault,”
While billionaires praise the system that halts
Human potential, healing, creation —
And calls activism an aberration.
But caring shouldn’t be rare —
It should be the baseline of being aware.

Money makes us insane,
Turns compassion into pain,
Tricks the world into believing
That the poor should take the blame.

Money makes us insane,
But we can break out of the chain —
Stand together, build a future
Where no one lives in shame.

Money made us insane…
But we won’t remain the same.

Greed is a prison built inside the brain,
But truth is the key that can loosen the chain.
If we dare to imagine a world humane,
We’ll finally heal
From what made us insane.