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[Verse 1]
Backroom handshakes, stitched with serpents’ grin
Kissing rings in smoke-filled tombs of sin
Whispered oaths in velvet tones—
Then fangs are bared once cameras roll
You were brothers in the banquet,
Swore allegiance in the dark
Now you gnaw at each other’s throats
For a sliver of the mark
[Pre-Breakdown]
Hollow men with hollow eyes
Switching masks to sell their lies
Blood is thicker 'til it's red on the floor
Then it's back to licking boots like whores
[Breakdown]
TURNCOAT. BACKSTAB. DOGFIGHT. DIE.
Morals dissolve when the numbers get high
"Unfit to lead" until the polllines scream
Now you're kissing the boots of your fucking machine
[Verse 2]
Rally cries carved in plastic flesh
Spitting venom just to taste the press
Spineless shadows chasing crowns
Crooked teeth in a crooked town
You called him filth, now you sing his name
Grovel in slime for a slice of the fame
Every debate was a scripted play
Now you're clapping for the beast you flayed
[Bridge – Spoken/Guttural Whisper]
“Could never back that man…”
(But here you are, flag in hand)
“Unfit for office…”
(But now you march in chorus)
You said he'd burn the world to ash—
So light the fucking match.
[Breakdown 2 – Slam/Beatdown]
HYPOCRITE. BASTARD. SUCK HIS THRONE.
You bowed to the tyrant you overthrew
Flesh-puppet politics, choke on your spin
There’s no hell deep enough to wash your sin
[Outro]
Drink the bile, wear the mask
Cough up truth, and paint it black
A kingdom built on shattered glass
Smiling wide as the blades slip past
Fuck you

Nü-Death-punk metal. Heavy vocals and heavy riffs. Filled with anger and visceral rage., male