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