[Verse 1] You built a whole throne out of quote-tweet smoke Call it settled science every time you make a joke “Born this way” — source? “Well, I was a kid” That’s not research, that’s a story that you did Every hard question gets a villain and a label Can’t defend the claim? Flip the whole damn table TERF, Nazi, fascist, blood on your hands Whole argument collapses if the insult never lands You scream “life-saving” like the phrase is proof Then Cass walks in and starts checking the roof Weak evidence, long-term questions in the file But you already sentenced everybody at the trial [Pre-Chorus] Every disagreement’s violence Every question’s hate Every missing middle step Gets replaced with moral weight [Chorus] You don’t build a case, you build a bonfire Throw a label on the pile and call the smoke “empire” If the facts get messy, make the language louder Turn a maybe into murder, then congratulate the crowd You got certainty for miles, evidence by the inch Every time the argument bends, you call the critic a bitch You don’t win by proving — you win by making noise Then act shocked when people stop buying all the toys [Verse 2] “Never leave kids alone” — what a slogan to choose Then blame everybody else for how the sentence gets used If you meant “help distressed kids,” you could’ve said that clean But controversy feeds better when the wording stays obscene “If kids can’t consent to HRT, they can’t consent to puberty” That’s philosophy cosplay dressed as medical certainty Puberty ain’t a prescription handed over at a desk You flattened the distinction 'cause the punchline hit the best You say “we’ll never be cis” — okay, there’s the split Then scream “bigotry” whenever sex becomes relevant Sports, prisons, lesbians — suddenly words rearrange Identity when convenient, biology when strange You want every category to bend around the claim Then call boundaries “violence” when they don’t play the game [Chorus] You don’t build a case, you build a bonfire Throw a label on the pile and call the smoke “empire” If the facts get messy, make the language louder Turn a maybe into murder, then congratulate the crowd You got certainty for miles, evidence by the inch Every time the argument bends, you call the critic a bitch You don’t win by proving — you win by making noise Then act shocked when people stop buying all the toys [Verse 3] Rowling posts one thing — “her whole life is hate” “Entire wealth,” “nothing else” — exaggerate the weight Truth wasn’t brutal enough, so you stretched it till it snapped Then called the broken version proof the whole world’s trapped “They kill us.” Who? Where? Show the chain, show the case Nah, easier to paint a swastika on everybody’s face “Stochastic terror,” “blood,” “cult,” “Nazis at the gate” When every critic is Hitler, Hitler loses all his weight And when the question gets too close, here comes Epstein again Trump, Gaza, Republicans — pick a louder sin Maybe every one is awful — congratulations, cool Still didn’t answer what they asked you, that’s Debate 101 at school You got a parachute made out of whataboutism Jump off every losing point and call the fall “activism” [Bridge] You built your whole defense on being untouchable Call every contradiction “harm” and make the truth negotiable Every critic gets a label, every question gets a threat Every time the facts get ugly, you rewrite what you meant You want sympathy as armor, outrage as a shield But pity doesn’t make a bad argument suddenly real You can flood the room with slogans, guilt, panic, fear and pain Still won’t turn a weak-ass claim into a fact just ’cause you say it again. [Breakdown] “I was trans and I was twelve.” Okay. That tells me about you. “Therefore kids are born this way.” No. That’s Claim Number Two. “My critics are bad people.” Cool. They might be. “Therefore I am medically right.” That does not follow logically. You keep skipping the bridge Then bragging that you crossed it. [Final Verse] Every issue turns apocalyptic in your hands Disagreement becomes hatred, questions become bans If somebody wants definitions, suddenly they’re obsessed If they ask for long-term data, now they want you dead That’s not courage, that’s insulation Build a moral fortress, call it validation No falsification, no room to retreat Just “agree with me completely or you’re marching in the street” Your biggest enemy ain’t Rowling, Chibi, trolls, or the Right It’s the gap between your confidence and what the facts can actually cite You mastered making enemies, mastered making scenes But outrage isn’t evidence — no matter how hard it memes [Final Chorus] You don’t build a case, you build a bonfire Every counterpoint’s a fascist, every doubt conspires Turn nuance into treason, disagreement into harm Then sell your certainty like evidence with an alarm Certainty for miles, evidence by the inch Every missing middle step gets buried in a quip You wanted something devastating? Here’s the cleanest scar: You’re not losing arguments because people hate who you are. You’re losing them because eventually somebody asks how you got from A to fucking Z.
