[Intro]
Sirens over numbers
Red lights on the glass
Money starts running
When the missiles pass

[Verse]
She stands by the tower where the brokers smoke
Watching screens turn red when a warlord spoke
Every threat gets priced, every fear gets sold
Every rumor shines like a vein of gold
A drone in the sky and a deal on the floor
A border gets tense and the rich want more
The bell rings sharp like a warning shot
Somebody bleeds while the numbers get hot

[Pre-Chorus]
They call it risk
They call it flow
But profit blooms
Where the bodies go

[Chorus]
Sirens Over the Stock Exchange, hear the markets scream
War is not a theory when it funds your dream
Sirens Over the Stock Exchange, money in the flame
Every dead child has a ticker name
No more trading in fear and pain
Shut down the altar of the profit chain

[Verse]
An analyst smiles with a polished jaw
Says volatility follows the law
She wants to ask whose law, whose grave
Whose broken town did the market save
Outside the doors there are nurses on strike
Students with drums and workers on bikes
They chant so loud that the windows shake
Like the concrete heart of the city might break

[Pre-Chorus]
They call it movement
They call it trend
But every empire
Has a dividend

[Chorus]
Sirens Over the Stock Exchange, hear the markets scream
War is not a theory when it funds your dream
Sirens Over the Stock Exchange, money in the flame
Every dead child has a ticker name
No more trading in fear and pain
Shut down the altar of the profit chain

[Interlude]
Buy the bomb
Sell the grain
Short the peace
Long the pain
Buy the bomb
Sell the grain
We are not numbers
In your game

[Bridge]
She sees the whole machine at once
The studio lights and the border stunts
The contracts signed in a silent room
The factory smoke and the village tomb
The market does not cry, it only reacts
To stolen futures and murdered facts
But people in the street keep changing the sound
Until the whole glass temple comes down

[Breakdown]
Break the bell
Break the screen
Break the lie
Keep it clean

[Build-up]
Break the bell
Break the screen
Break the lie
Keep it clean
Break the trade
Break the throne
No one’s country
Is yours to own

[Chorus]
Sirens Over the Stock Exchange, hear the markets scream
War is not a theory when it funds your dream
Sirens Over the Stock Exchange, money in the flame
Every dead child has a ticker name
No more trading in fear and pain
Shut down the altar of the profit chain

[Outro]
Sirens over numbers
Red lights on the glass
Money starts running
But the people hold fast