Why Do Third-Party “Dreams” Keep Turning Into Republican Power?

Why do third-party dreams feel brave and pure, But leave us weaker than before?

We tell ourselves this time is different.
That this vote is clean.
That hope will somehow change the math.
But power doesn’t run on hope—
and history doesn’t grade on intention.

[Verse 1]
We light a match on a hopeful night,
Say this time it’ll all turn out right,
But the rules don’t bend and the system knows,
Winner takes all—that’s how it goes.

[Chorus]
Why do third-party dreams feel brave and pure,
But leave us weaker than before?
We vote our hearts, then the locks snap tight,
Another court gone in the dead of night.

[Spoken Word Break]
They don’t need a landslide.
They just need us split.
They don’t need your silence—
just your certainty
that losing this time
won’t count.

[Verse 2]
Flags in the air, good intentions loud,
History screaming through the crowd,
You don’t break chains by splitting the key,
You hand the door to the enemy.

[Chorus]
Why do third-party dreams feel brave and clean,
But end in power we didn’t mean?
We cast our hope, then the hammer comes down,
Same red result in a different town.

[Outro]
Dreams don’t win when the system’s rigged.
You change the rules—
or you play to live.