A 'Trump' Will Always Lurk in the Shadows
A 'Trump' will always lurk in the shadows, As long as hate and greed run the show, We fight, we rise, but the seeds are sown, As long as dark money flows, we’ll never be alone
(Verse 1)
There's a darkness creeping near, can't you feel the chill?
It's the echo of a voice that won't ever stand still
Rich men pull the strings, money speaks too loud
They’re feeding lies and anger to a hungry crowd
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