A whistleblower named Misty, One goal, one mission, To shine a light on corruption, Expose a filthy politician. It won’t be easy, She’s powerful, well-known. With sixty friends Who never made it home. They called them suicides, Six shots to the head. Gun must’ve misfired, The rivers run red. RUN! Campaign donations, Misappropriated funds. Three mansions, a yacht, A secret island in the sun. A van grabs Misty, Destination, Mile Marker 60. Deep in the woods, No cameras, no city. There’s an evil among us, Elite's with no shame. Politicians, celebs, All chasing money and fame. Judges kneel beneath their feet, The blind still worship their idols like sheep. Laws bent and twisted, the truth replaced, Another threat silenced, quietly erased. Judgment day arrives, No word from Misty. Found hanging from a tree, Ruled a suicide... out near mile marker 60 I did not commit suicide after writing this song. Keep awake. Stay aware. Know right from wrong.
