Prompt / Lyrics
Verse 1 He walks in wearing red, white, blue like a costume Sells a promise like a product in a showroom Microphones turned into mirrors for his face Every word a spark, every spark a flame He says “trust me,” while the ground begins to shake Throws a match, then bets on how much will break Calls it strength when the room’s about to burn Counts the cash while the lessons never learned Pre-Chorus He don’t hear the sirens, doesn’t feel the pain Too busy buying stock in the hurricane Chorus He creates the chaos, watches dollars rain Turns division into profit, anger into gain If the house goes down, he’ll sell the bricks again He don’t care what happens to America As long as his name’s in gold, shining in the flames Verse 2 Truth bends easy when it’s standing in his way Facts get fired like employees in a day Crowds chant loud, but the script’s already sold Fear’s just another thing you can mine for gold He draws the lines, then dares us all to fight Calls it freedom when he kills the common light While the working hands are bleeding in the dirt He’s upstairs measuring the damage in his worth Pre-Chorus Flags wave high, but they’re blocking out the sky He screams “winning” while the future’s getting priced Chorus He creates the chaos, watches dollars rain Turns division into profit, anger into gain If the house goes down, he’ll sell the bricks again He don’t care what happens to America As long as his name’s in gold, shining in the flames Bridge This ain’t left, this ain’t right This is power feeding on the fight Keep us yelling, keep us blind While he signs another dotted line Nations aren’t casinos, people aren’t his chips But he’ll bet it all and never feel the slip Breakdown Who pays the cost when the curtain falls? Not the man behind the gilded walls It’s the towns, the trust, the time we lost While he laughs and dodges blame Final Chorus He creates the chaos, calls it destiny Sells the wreckage back as “greatness,” premium fee If America’s sinking, he’s already free He don’t care what happens to America As long as he’s rich and history’s confused about the blame Outro When the smoke clears and the noise is gone We’ll still be here—he’ll be moving on Another brand, another stage, another lie Leaving ashes where the truth used to try Fuck you Donald Trump. Leave democracy alone.
Tags
Lofi, slow, sad, blues, gospel, harmony, sad, deep bass, piano, lo-fi, choir, sub bass, glitch, lofi, free, glitch hop.
Duration
4:03
Instrumental
No
Created
2/5/2026