When the loud trumpet lies
And the slithering mist usher our souls demise
A chameleon claims the eagle flag as his right
Dismissing us all like flies
This Caesar is no savior
His arrogance betrays his hateful designs
We remember this soul has walked this earth before
And the echoes of his footsteps made us wise
This Trumpet lies and lies and lies
A prophet of fear
A black candle that breathes the light it nears
A broken mirror that flattery can never mend or heal
He is the soul of pharaohs past
Vengeful, angry and drooling with spite
This Trump lies and lies and lies
We can never plant our seeds with you
Your harvest will make our souls die and die and die
Trump, just stop the lies
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