Metaphors For Murderers - Death of a Nation

Oh, you care who’s fucking who?

Well, I’m not one to turn away from cheap shots or comrades on chopping blocks

A new face isn’t new blood

The deal is done and he’s not the only one that won

A clean sweep for the same old stronghold and majority headlocks for the young,

for the bitter, for the old ones left in the cold

You’ve all been bought and sold again my friends

World leaders with nukes aimed at our heads; their books of death violently

written and exclusively totalitarian read

A 45 to their heads.

The people choose their minds

A LOVE for the rights of all, a new path for equality

And to the heads of the alt right:

We’ll cut if you cut until you bleed out and die

A 45 for the 45th

I deny your arrogance

I refuse to fit your empirical mold

I defy your visions of the self grandiose

And the power you hold

A 45 to their heads…

A 45 for the 45th

I deny the opportunist

I defy the cover pages

I defy your ignorance and spit in the face of racists

A 45 to their heads.