He wears a crown of lies, stitched with fear,

A jester turned king in a broken sphere.

Spewing venom, he poisons the well,

Turns the country into his carousel.

With hollow words and a shallow soul,

He preys on chaos to gain control.

His followers chant, their eyes glazed,

Blind to the world he’s set ablaze.

Hail the weak, hail the fraud,

The puppet king, the false facade.

He’s built his throne on broken minds,

A cult of fools, a nation's decline.

The flags wave high, the slogans scream,

But freedom dies in his fragile dream.

He spins his tales, rewrites the past,

A paper tiger that won’t outlast.

They march for him, they kneel in awe,

Trading reason for his twisted law.

He feeds on hate, he thrives on fear,

While the truth is silenced, year by year.

Hail the weak, hail the fraud,

The puppet king, the false facade.

He’s built his throne on broken minds,

A cult of fools, a nation's decline.

A demagogue with a golden grin,

Propped up by the shadows of his sin.

The mirror cracks, the mask will fall,

Revealing nothing behind it all.

Fuck his power, fuck his reign,

Fuck his lies, his lack of shame.

Fuck his hate, fuck his crimes,

Fuck his cult with their weak minds!

The crowd will wake, the spell will break,

And history won’t forgive the stakes.

The cult dissolves, the tyrant flees,

Another coward brought to his knees.

Hail the weak? Hail the fraud?

We’ll bury him and his facade.

No king will rise, no crown will shine,

When freedom fights, it reclaims the line.