Death Rattle of a Cult
This is the death rattle of a cultRed hats turn, fists clenched in revolt...
(Verse 1)
He came like a prophet with a spray-on tan
Sold damnation in a baseball cap
Built a pulpit out of Twitter rage
Now the spotlight’s burning down his cage
Fox lit the fire, Murdoch fanned the flame
Now they’re tossing matches, dodging blame
JD’s waiting in the wings, eyes on the crown
But a cult don’t rise when the preacher’s down
(Chorus)
This is the death rattle of a cult
Red hats turn, fists clenched in revolt
Truth cracks through like a rifle bolt
Now the faithful curse what they once exalted
Death rattle, death rattle of a cult
(Verse 2)
True believers drank deep from the stream
Of hate and hope and QAnon dreams
Facilitators made bank on the ride
But you can’t grift a ghost when the soul’s gone dry
Epstein’s ghost, a whisper in the files
Eyes wide shut on pedo miles
Now the walls are closing, the lies unwind
Even Judas Vance wants a piece of the shrine
(Chorus)
This is the death rattle of a cult
The altar bleeds, the prophets molt
The echoes chant in bitter revolt
Now the monster feeds on the ones it exalted
Death rattle, death rattle of a cult
(Bridge)
From Jim Jones’ chalice to Manson’s stare
It always ends with vacant chairs
Narcissists don’t go out with grace
They burn it down, torch the place
Behind the curtain, the king is cracked
His generals flinch, his zealots retract
He sues the network that gave him the throne
And dies alone, unplugged and overthrown
(Final Chorus)
This is the death rattle of a cult
Trumpets fade, the ground’s at fault
The Fox gods blink, the knives come out
And the new messiahs can’t raise the shout
It’s the death rattle, the final jolt
The death rattle of a cult