You see the coldness in his eyes
They are timely, revealing
Surrounds himself with violent guys
That for sedition are squealing

Tell the truth and he'll let you go
In case you don’t know
He's lacking reason.
The hate he streams continues to grow
Acrid smoke he’ll blow

There’s blood on his hands and those of his crew
Just in case you didn’t know
A snake sleaze, a snake sleaze
A police state purview

Straight out he lies and constantly
“Beautiful,” a speech figure
he spouts repeatedly
while he burns the land to embers

Feels pain of anyone? No!
It’s a sh*t show
Help country healing?
Any time for that is a big “NO"!
Democracy's foe

There’s blood on his hands and his psycho crews
Of domestic terrorist 'hos
On the street and in the
Senate, such as Ted Cruz
One of the slime in on the spree
To spread this terrorism
On the side of neo Nazis
And other Fascist dead-enders
There's blood
There's blood
On his hands and his coterie's
Loathsome terrorist dead-enders