Lyrics

Verse 1
Swagger through the throne room, crown cracked, on loan,
Puppy steps on a leash, but I wear it like I'm grown.
I’m a shell, toy king, fake gold on the throne,
Lost in a world where real men carve stone.Eyes like daggers, Trump’s throne looms tall,
I try to bark, but my yap’s too small.
Northern winds howl, exposing my game,
Strip me down bare—puppet, pride, and shame.Chorus
I’m the punk in the palace, chihuahua on fire,
Lost in a circus, sold dreams as a buyer.
Dictator’s draft, my sins scrawled in blood,
But Churchill’s ghost can’t walk through this mud.(Burn it down, burn it clean—choke on the gasoline.)Verse 2
Guns for gold, trade the truth for a lie,
Nazis in the backyard, preachers left to die.
Deals in the dark keep the war machine fed,
Dollar for a bullet, let 'em paint the streets red.Smoking mirrors, bombs in the rain,
I play the fool to deflect just the shame.
Boardrooms whisper, my chess game set,
But against the king? Just a pawn, yeah, I bet.Pre-Chorus
Oh, my mask slips, my soul exposed,
Every deal I made got my enemies close.
Chihuahua, bow down, bite your crown of despair,
Trump’s shadow is a throne, and I’m gasping for air.Chorus
I’m the joke they all applauded, a pawn in my desire,
Lost in my empire, now it’s all smoke in the pyre.
Call me weak, call me ruined—I don’t fear their disdain,
Even Churchill’s grit won’t clean this stain.(Light it up, ignite the beast—watch the facades feast.)Bridge
I bared my soul to a Hollywood gleam,
Bent, broken, bleeding through the American dream.
Tom Cruise smirked at the tears on my skin…
A dictator’s confession where my filth begins.Solo Breakdown (Raw Guitar Riff + Spoken Slam)
Spit my lies into a mic, they build my lifeline.
Peel it back—all you’ll see’s a landmine.
Sins for salvation, dollar bills as a creed,
I’m a fraud in a jacket stitched with misdeeds.Chorus (Refrain)
Puppets bleed in twilight fire,
Sold maps of trust to barbed wire.
I wrote my story in stolen ink,
And even the gods would let me sink.Outro
Churchill… didn’t warn me of this dance…
Trump’s shadow—my second chance?
Crown me, leash me, history's mutt,
Stripped to nothing—smoke in my gut.