Lyrics

Oh, Donald…
The false shepherd of a plastic gospel.
You came not to lead,
but to devour.

“Woe unto you, blind guides…”
—Matthew 23:16
And yet, they followed.
Because you didn’t offer truth…
You offered a reflection.
And they were just desperate enough to call it salvation.


You promised them greatness.
But all you ever gave them…
was permission.

Permission to hate louder.
To fear longer.
To crucify softer targets in the name of a flag
you only remember when it flatters you.

You preach law and order—
while breaking every commandment behind closed doors.
Adultery, idolatry, false witness…
Greed.
Oh, the greed.
You turned the White House into a temple of profit,
and your followers tithed with their rights.


You banned books, burned bridges,
broke mothers and borders—
and called it freedom.
But Donnie…
“What shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?”
—Mark 8:36

The truth?
You never lost your soul.
You auctioned it.
To the highest bidder,
to the loudest crowd,
to the reflection you mistake for God.


You see…
The most dangerous delusion
is believing you’re chosen
when you’re simply unchecked.

You weren’t sent.
You were summoned.
By fear, by ignorance,
by a nation too traumatized to know it was setting fire
to the very ark meant to save it.

You say you stand for the forgotten—
but you forgot the children in cages.
You forgot the trans bodies buried in silence.
You forgot the screams beneath the policies.

But history—
oh, she remembers.
And she doesn’t weep.
She watches.

Because in the end,
you will not be canonized.
You will be cauterized.
A scar across the nation’s psyche—
proof that power without empathy
is just evil in a tailored suit.

You wore the Bible like it was a bullet proof vest
But forgot—
even Satan knew scripture.
And even Judas…
sat at the table.