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Lyrics
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In shadowed halls where power crawls
A figure rises tall and blond
With words so sharp they pierce the dark
A golden aura bought and sold
Trumpus Fascistus we see you stand
With iron fist and broken plans
A fragile world in weathered hands
This house of cards built on the sands
The crowds they cheer with eyes that fear
A promise wrapped in bitter lies
The heavens cry a silent tear
For dreams that fall and never rise
In whispers low the truth may grow
A spark ignites beneath the night
A thousand hearts their flames they show
Against the tale of blinding might
Trumpus Fascistus we see you stand
With iron fist and broken plans
A fragile world in weathered hands
This house of cards built on the sands
But faith remains in those who strain
Against the pull of darkened times
In quiet acts we break the chains
And find the hope within the rhymes
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