The country is on fire
And you are comfortable on the chair
The young are beginning to tire
And you don't seem to really care
Death is but a number in your sick head
You just twitted your condolences, is your heart dead?
Cities are declaring their independence every hour
But you don't really care. You just love being in power
The power belongs to the people who gave you that chair
You should man up and kill that smile that you wear
We got nothing left to lose and we no longer scare
But the young are getting tired and you still don't really care
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