Verse 1
Cities carved in two, the streets no longer one,
Leaders swear it’s fine while all the stitches come undone.
Open gates, no questions, call it mercy, call it light,
While the fault lines spread like cancer in the dead of night.
They sign it off as progress, pat themselves and walk away,
But the pressure keeps on building for a reckoning some day.
Chorus
And he’d cheer the chaos from the grave,
Laugh to see the fire that our freedoms misbehave.
He’d toast the cracks we never mended, call it fate, call it planned—
Not because he beat us,
But we tore down our own guardrails with our hands.
Verse 2
Whole new towns inside the old ones, no one asked if it would blend,
Call the worry hate, call caution sin, and watch the fabric rend.
Parallel lives in parallel streets, no common ground to share,
Integration died in silence while the planners didn’t care.
Now the trust is gone, the anger grows, the center frays apart—
Exactly the slow rot he used to beg for in the dark.
Chorus
Yeah, he’d cheer the chaos from the grave,
Smile at every spark the West keeps throwing on the blaze.
He’d raise a glass to every fracture, call it destiny’s design—
Not because he conquered,
But our leaders left the kingdom without spine.
Bridge (building, half-time feel → full roar)
This isn’t what the people voted for, this isn’t what they chose,
But the dreamers and the bureaucrats keep striking Moses’ pose.
Every border left unguarded, every warning shot ignored,
Is another quiet victory for the ghosts we once abhorred.
And somewhere in the shadows you can almost hear him say:
“Just keep on doing nothing—
I couldn’t ruin you better any day.”
Final Chorus (big, defiant)
Yeah, he’d cheer the chaos, watch the house burn room by room,
Grin at every policy that handed him the fuse.
But a house divided can stand up again if we quit feeding the flame—
He only wins if we stay blind.
We don’t have to play his game.
Outro tag (quiet, almost whispered over clean guitar)
He’d cheer the chaos…
But we’re done dancing to his tune.
