[ Ohhhh… You’re leaving? That’s terrible. Anyway— BUH-BYE! Cross at your throat, lie on your tongue, Old enough to know it, young enough to run. Smile for the camera, snarl at the press, Put rouge on the ruin & call it success. Powder the poison, perfume the stain, Say it with confidence, say it again. Truth hit the lectern, got reassigned— That was the gig, Decoy KaroLINE. Point over here— Nothing to see. Stand in the spotlight While he slips free. Question gets close? Redraw the line. Human diversion: Decoy KaroLINE. Buh-bye, buh-bye, Decoy KaroLINE, Bleach out the résumé, Buff up the slime. Buh-bye, buh-bye, Your exit looks fine— But you can’t PR-wash A permanent timeline. Buh-bye, buh-bye, Decoy KaroLINE, You carried his water— Now swallow the brine. DECOY! Point over there! DECOY! Fog up the air! DECOY! Smile for the screen— Buh-buh-buh-bye, Karoline. Pack them for CECOT, pay El Salvador, Due process? Darling, what’s that even for? Label them monsters, disappear the scene, Contract out conscience to the cruelty machine. Cash for the cages, bodies for trade, Distance the horror, invoice gets paid. Cross at your collar, ice in the line— Christ missed the briefing, Decoy KaroLINE. Point at the migrant, Point at the poor, Manufacture monsters, Then deadbolt the door. Outsource the shame, Franchise the blame, Different damn country, Same damn game. Bless it politely, Call it benign— Cruelty with branding, Decoy KaroLINE. Buh-bye, buh-bye, Decoy KaroLINE, Bleach out the résumé, Buff up the slime. Buh-bye, buh-bye, Your exit looks fine— But leaving the lectern Won’t launder the crime. Buh-bye, buh-bye, Decoy KaroLINE, Cross at your collar, Boot at their spine. Don’t call it Christian. Don’t call it brave. You found nicer language For filling a cage. You stood at the lectern, Hit every cue— When cruelty needed A press release… …it sounded like you. Now cue the family, soft-focus light, Pastel redemption in tasteful white. Close up the lectern, soften the scene, Put motherhood where the bloodstains had been. New little title, new little chair, Same old allegiance hiding in there. Lose the brass seal, keep dialing the line— Freelance decoy, KaroLINE. Change the studio, Change the name, Change the chyron, Same damn game. Change the lighting, Crop the sign— You can’t Facetune A timeline. Boss slipped away, Left the decoy behind, Funny how loyalty Comes with decline. All that genuflecting, All that party-line training, Boss changed the aircraft Left you explaining. She did… NAZI THAT COMING‼️ NAZI THAT COMING!❗️ [bass riff] Buh-bye, KaroLINE❗️ NAZI THAT COMING! Should’ve read the signs! All that devotion, All that bending the spine— You spent years as the decoy… Then became the punchline. The tape still rolls. The clips still play. The spin moves on. The words still stay. New job. New gloss. New alibi. Same archive saying: Nice try. BUH-BYE, BUH-BYE, Decoy KaroLINE, Scrub up the bio, Rebrand the slime. Buh-bye, buh-bye, Go soften the line— But history doesn’t Take edits in time. Buh-bye, buh-bye, Decoy KaroLINE, Christian on camera, Cruel by design. You carried his water, You swallowed his line— She did NAZI THAT COMING‼️ New job, new gloss, New alibi— But history keeps What PR can’t hide. And your one personal win, When they look back in time? Your kids have one mercy— They can change their name. Thoughts & prayers. BUH-BYE.
