Harmonic Pulse

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Up there on capital hill sits, an apparent doctor that gives us the shits, A man who's face was all over our screen, trying save the world with his wuhan machine Not a place we could go, no corner we could hide, That would not show his face, even though we tried. All around the world his name was held high, Celebrated by corporations, while the innocent would die. But don't dare speak on that, your name will be mud, When the Fowchee ouchee strikes, it hit's with a thud. On Late night tv , they would dance and they'd sing, Dress up as big syringes, to hope they would cling. They would listen intently, they would agree to the task. Oh crap, Fowchee found another mutation. Back on with the mask At first Fowchee said the vax it will work, but then he moved the goalpost, the man is a jerk. Wear one mask now two, don't stand up if you can, Self isolate, stay home, 6 feet that's the plan! But fowchee he travelled, He loved the limelight, Spreading his crap message, held us all in a fright. Shops empty of toilet paper, what the hell was all that? Oh yeah Fowchee said stock up, the public infection must go flat. But now six years later, we see it was all a lie, Fowchee sits with a smug face, forgetting all that had to die. The people want answers, we don't want a myth. But you won't get it from fouchee. He just pleads the fith!! So the last thing I say to you, the one thing you should hear, Is never again trust this man, that's abundantly clear. He was never for your safety, the man constantly lied. He did what he did to get rich, while our friends and family died! NEVER LET THAT BE FORGOTTEN!