[Intro] (Soft acoustic guitar, melancholic and slow) (Atmospheric synth pad fades in) [Verse 1] (Gentle, breathy male vocals, sorrowful tone) You take the stage in Munich, warning of the "threat within", Pointing fingers at Brussels, saying that’s where the crimes begin. You mock our rules on hate speech, call it a Soviet scheme, Selling your unmoderated chaos as the ultimate American dream. (Beat slowly kicks in, soft pulse) But let’s switch the channel and take a trip to Budapest, Where you stand with Viktor Orbán, putting Hungary's Democracy to the test. You literally call up Donald for the crowd to gloat, Telling a foreign Country for whom they should vote. [Chorus] (Cinematic bass drop, huge emotional stadium pop sound, pleading vocals) Oh, Shady Vance, you love the hypocrite's dance! You cry "election interference" when the EU takes a stance, But when you play the kingmaker, it’s a "patriotic duty." Shady Vance, we see right through your double-standard bounty! You preach about sovereignty and leaving nations alone, While you run a foreign campaign straight from your phone. [Verse 2] (Stripped back, heavy bass synth, driving but emotional) You tell us we can survive Elon Musk, you laugh at our claim, You claim you trust the voters, but you’re rigging the whole game. You lecture the Munich hall about defending liberty's voice, While backing the autocrats who slowly crush the people’s choice. You say "misinformation" is just a word we use to hide, But you're the one taking the truth for a reckless ride. You demand a free market of ideas, a wild digital west, But only when it serves your radical interests for the best. [Bridge] (Music strips away, just a lonely piano and raw vocals) You quote the Pope, you tell us "Do not be afraid of your own," But you’re living in the glass house throwing the first stone. (Building up with strings and heavy drums) If Europe shielding its democracy is a total disgrace, Why are you running an election in another nation’s space? (Desperate, powerful high note) You hate the Brussels effect, you hate the lines that we draw, Because our human dignity stands higher than your unlaw! [Outro] (Epic instrumental climax fades into soft acoustic guitar) So take your circus back home, pack up your bags, We defend our own values, we protect our own fathers' flags. You say there's a "new sheriff in town," but you're only selling a lie. We don't buy your bullshit. (Whispered, melancholic) So Shady Vance... bye-bye. [End]
