Us anonymous vs Donald Trump Fuck Donald Trump Maga wake up Ice wake up Is time **MASKS & MAGA** Intro (breathy, cough) (cough) Night lights flicker — neon lawless, bass heavy, heart reckless. Verse 1 (rapid, clipped) Anonymous in the ethernet, hood up, eyes like static, ghost code in the bloodstream, pulse manic, automatic. Tweets like flares, he builds towers made of gilded panic, gold-plated lies, sold loud, the feed gets volcanic. Press conferences like circuses, the crowd eats the bait, I see the nation glitch, autoplayed on Nate’s plate. Mask on the avatar, mask off the broadcast face, one man’s fever dream vs. the army of the interface. Pre-Chorus (gritty, building) Phones light like campfires, signal in the dark, someone’s whispering truth, someone’s firing the spark. (cough) We move fast, silent stamps, digits cross the street, one side plays dictator, the other hacks back the beat. Chorus (big, pounding) Masks & MAGA, clash under midnight LEDs, they tweet thunder, we type lightning — waveform enemies. Bass like a heartbeat, drums like an uprising sound, anonymous ghosts circling the tower downtown. Masks & MAGA — truth fights through the static, wake the city from the scroll, break the algorithmic. Verse 2 (faster, aggressive) He yells in capitals, sells fear like brand new cologne, the timeline's a battlefield, every like a stone. We move in zeros and ones, in the cracks of the code, they built their empire on lies now the servers explode. Dark rooms, bright screens, hands trembling with intent, not for the cosign, but for the wrongs that went unspent. He peddles apocalypse in nine-second clips, we spin the mirror back at him, pixelated eclipse. Pre-Chorus (taut) Cough in the corner, tension like a wire, feeds pullin’ trigger-instincts, whole town needs a choir. Masks in the network, voices amplify, this isn’t just noise — it’s an answer to the lie. Chorus (harder, bass drop) Masks & MAGA, clash under midnight LEDs, they tweet thunder, we type lightning — waveform enemies. Bass like a heartbeat, drums like an uprising sound, anonymous ghosts circling the tower downtown. Masks & MAGA — truth fights through the static, wake the city from the scroll, break the algorithmic. Bridge (dark, orchestral swell) What if the megaphone’s a mirror and the mirror’s cracked? What if power’s just a pattern the people never tracked? We don’t want chaos — we want the recordings uncut, we want the receipts, the receipts, the truth that’s tucked. No hacktivist fantasy — just rights versus the ruse, no mob of violence — just light on what they choose to bruise. Breakdown (minimal, pounding) (cough) Lights flicker, servers whisper, watch the status change, avatars assemble, fingers twitch, the range rearranged. No calls for blood, no guns in the frame, just code and claim, unmask the fake gospel, put the lies to flame. Final Chorus (triumphant, relentless) Masks & MAGA, clash under midnight LEDs, they tweet thunder, we type lightning — waveform enemies. Bass like a heartbeat, drums like an uprising sound, anonymous ghosts circling the tower downtown. Masks & MAGA — truth fights through the static, wake the city from the scroll, break the algorithmic. Outro (breathy, fading) (cough) Screens dim — the echo stays, the feed won’t win the fight, we’re awake in the dark, we’ll keep the screenshots tight.
