Political Theatrics (I’m Sick)

Verse 1 I felt safer with junkies on the curb than these clean-cut bastards twisting every word. Criminals in suits, praying on the floor, while they build their little fascist dream next door. They smile on camera, sign away my skin, say “freedom” with a grin, then lock the cage I’m in. Book bans, border walls, holy war parades — they call it “God,” I call it afraid. Chorus I’m sick — when the liars wear the crown I’m sick — as the truth lies underground I’m sick — when the halls echo with betrayal I’m sick — when power’s the new jail Verse 2 They call dissent “domestic threat,” rewrite laws to keep the power set. They cage the poor and praise the fraud, sell salvation while they play God. Trans kids hunted, women stripped of choice, truth gets throttled by a preacher’s voice. I used to trust the badge to serve and protect, now it’s a weapon for the chosen elect. Chorus I’m sick — of the flag used like a gun. I’m sick — of what this country’s become. I’m sick — of the white domed buildings bleeding lies. I’m sick — of watching hope get sanitized. Bridge You say it’s order — I call it rot. You say “great again,” I say you forgot. Forgot the hungry, the tired, the damned — you just built your church on stolen land. I see your gospel of greed and fear, I hear your “patriot” whisper in my ear — and I’m sick, sick to my fucking core, of calling this freedom anymore. Final Chorus I’m sick — of the flag used like a gun. I’m sick — of what this country’s become. I’m sick — the criminals wear the crown. I’m sick — but I won’t bow down.