(Verse 1)
The orange Man
In a house of white, with walls so high,
Sits a man with a grin and a cunning eye.
He speaks in riddles, truths are lies,
Spins a web of chaos under darkened skies.
(Pre-Chorus)
Dividing hearts, breaking ties,
Promises made, built on alibis.
A reign of tweets, a storm of hate,
The future of a nation, held by fate.
(Chorus)
The orange man, the sickest Fucker in power,
Every minute, every hour.
A puppet master, pulling strings,
Blind to the destruction that he brings.
(Verse 2)
Lies become the gospel, truth is torn apart,
Playing with the people's fears, a dark and twisted art.
The world watches closely, in a state of shock,
As the clock keeps ticking on a melting clock.
(Pre-Chorus)
Mocking justice, bending laws,
A trail of broken dreams, a nation’s cause.
Whispers in the shadows, deals in the night,
A country’s soul sold out of sight.
(Chorus)
The orange man, the sickest Fucker in power,
Every minute, every hour.
A puppet master, pulling strings,
Blind to the destruction that he brings.
(Bridge)
Can we rise above, break these chains?
Wash away the stains of his reign?
A beacon of hope, a spark of light,
To guide us through this endless night.
(Outro)
The orange man, the sickest fucker in power,
Every minute, every hour.
A puppet master, pulling strings,
Blind to the destruction that he brings.