Gathering Storm
You can run from the headlines, Hide behind the flame, But history remembers every name.
[Intro]
You can feel it in the air…
Gold rooms and glass windows trembling.
A storm is rising over the White House.
[Verse 1]
Trump stands tall in a gilded room,
Lightning carving up the gloom,
Shadows crawling up the walls of gold,
Secrets bought and stories sold.
Epstein’s name like thunder rolls,
Echoes in forgotten files and empty holes,
Three million pages, missing truth,
A storm is coming for the roof.
[Pre-Chorus]
You can run from the headlines,
Hide behind the flame,
But history remembers every name.
[Chorus]
This is the gathering storm,
Watergate reborn,
Lightning at the window,
The silence before the dawn.
Trump hears the thunder roar,
Epstein at the door,
When the walls start shaking,
The gold won’t shield you anymore.
[Verse 2]
Laugh it off, call it lies,
Watch the lightning split the skies,
Every empire feels the rain,
Every crown can taste the pain.
When the coverup is louder than the crime,
When the clock starts marking time,
The storm doesn’t ask who you are—
It strikes wherever power stands.
[Bridge]
You can feel the center shifting…
Allies turning, whispers lifting…
Every Watergate begins with “It can’t be.”
Until the night becomes history.
[Final Chorus]
This is the gathering storm,
Watergate reborn,
Lightning at the window,
A presidency worn.
Trump in a house of gold,
Epstein in the cold,
When the thunder finally answers—
No empire stands untold.
[Outro]
Every storm looks impossible…
Until it breaks.