Black Hole in a Red Hat
He didn’t just bring darkness—he built it by design, Now it’s show-up or shut up—this democracy’s on the line!
[Verse 1]
He didn’t just break it, he blew it apart
Like Chernobyl in a business suit, no conscience, no heart
Poisoned the truth, made cruelty a trend
Taught the GOP that empathy’s pretend
He caged up children and laughed at their cries
Called Nazis “fine people,” and swallowed his lies
Tore up the map, set fire to the ground
And danced with the devil as the world spun around
[Chorus]
He’s a black hole in a red hat,
A gravity well of hate
Spray tan and sulfur, marching toward our fate
He didn’t just bring darkness—he built it by design
Now it’s show-up or shut up—this democracy’s on the line!
[Verse 2]
400,000 dead, he shrugged and he lied
Called it just a flu, while his people died
He knew it was airborne—he said it on tape
Then let the virus rage with no plan to escape
He summoned the mob and he watched it explode
Beat cops with flags down Constitution Road
“Fight like hell,” he roared from his bunker below,
While Nero played golf as Rome lost its glow
[Chorus]
He’s a black hole in a red hat,
A tyrant wrapped in gold
Empty of soul, too cruel to control
He didn’t just break the system—he wants it all to burn
Now it’s protest or perish—it’s our turn, it’s our turn!
[Bridge – Spoken Word Style or Sung with Echo FX]
And now he’s vanishing people like a two-bit dictator,
Shipping legal residents off to foreign hellholes—
Kilmar Ábrego, deported by ICE,
Into El Salvador’s mega-prison without a trial, without a voice.
The Supreme Court said bring him back—Trump said no.
This isn’t policy. This is a purge.
This is a preview of the horror show.
[Final Chorus]
He’s a black hole in a red hat,
With fascist dreams to sell
Deporting citizens to a Central American cell
He mocks our laws, our truth, our fight—
But we don’t kneel in the face of night
We rise. We march. We shine the light.
[Outro – Chant Style]
Show up! Don’t kneel!
Raise your voice and make it real!
Peaceful. Loud. Full of fire!
Truth is marching through the wire!
Democracy’s not a stage show—it’s a street fight with a choir!
Love this song. How true, how horribly sad.