I Did That!

dark synths, chillstep, atmospheric, raspy male vocals, dark rock, cryptic

Fog rolls thick over the White House wreck,
Biden's gropin' air, fist pump to the void, neck
Snappin' back like a glitch in the code,
Stumbles up stairs, gravity's joke, overload.
Corn Pop whispers from the poolside grave,
"You ain't Black" if you skip his wave—
Dementia fog, eyes lost in the haze,
Autopen signs the end of days.
Bumbling pair, Harris cackles through the storm,
Word salad spins, "The passage of time... reform?"
Willie Brown's ladder, slept her climb to AG crown,
Cali courts corrupted, power hand-me-down.
Kneepads polished, borders wide as her grin,
Migrants flood in, chaos kin.
Oh, the duo's dirge, prog riff rips the veil,
Shutdown symphony, small shops in jail.
COVID carnival, masks on the meek,
Woke virus spreads, pronouns in the creek.
No law left, just indictments for the foe,
Hunter's laptop leaks, crack vials in the snow.
Cocaine flakes on the White House floor,
Secret Service shrugs, "Not ours, ignore."
Afghan dust chokes the botched retreat,
Babies over walls, thirteen ghosts in the heat.
Inflation bites, formula shelves bare,
Pump prices spike, middle class in despair.
Bridge breaks wild, time sig twists the knife,
Electric chaos, guitar wails for their life.
Joy Reid's echo, "Mostly peaceful" burn,
Riots rage free while the nation turns.
Equity edicts, boys in girls' rooms weep,
Military parades for the drag queen creep.
Biden blinks blank at the teleprompter ghost,
Harris hedges bets, "Unburdened by what has been... most?"
Pardon parade for the laptop lad's sins,
Family grift gold, where the real win begins.
Electric cars rust in the garage grave,
Green dream dies, subsidies for the brave.
Oh, the duo's dirge (grind lower!), prog riff shreds the fail (tear it!),
Shutdown symphony (lockdown!), small shops in jail (gone!).
COVID carnival (cough!), masks on the meek (choke!),
Woke virus spreads (infect!), pronouns in the creek (drown!).
No law left (chaos!), just indictments for the foe (stab!),
Hunter's laptop leaks (expose!), crack vials in the snow (blow!).
Empire crumbles in the prog rock roar,
Former fools fade, legacy's lore—
Jagged chords close the curtain call,
America wakes from the bumble brawl.

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Fog rolls thick over the White House wreck, Biden's gropin' air, fist pump to the void, neck Snappin' back like a glitch in the code, Stumbles up stairs, gravity's joke, overload. Corn Pop whispers from the poolside grave, "You ain't Black" if you skip his wave— Dementia fog, eyes lost in the haze, Autopen signs the end of days. Bumbling pair, Harris cackles through the storm, Word salad spins, "The passage of time... reform?" Willie Brown's ladder, slept her climb to AG crown, Cali courts corrupted, power hand-me-down. Kneepads polished, borders wide as her grin, Migrants flood in, chaos kin. Oh, the duo's dirge, prog riff rips the veil, Shutdown symphony, small shops in jail. COVID carnival, masks on the meek, Woke virus spreads, pronouns in the creek. No law left, just indictments for the foe, Hunter's laptop leaks, crack vials in the snow. Cocaine flakes on the White House floor, Secret Service shrugs, "Not ours, ignore." Afghan dust chokes the botched retreat, Babies over walls, thirteen ghosts in the heat. Inflation bites, formula shelves bare, Pump prices spike, middle class in despair. Bridge breaks wild, time sig twists the knife, Electric chaos, guitar wails for their life. Joy Reid's echo, "Mostly peaceful" burn, Riots rage free while the nation turns. Equity edicts, boys in girls' rooms weep, Military parades for the drag queen creep. Biden blinks blank at the teleprompter ghost, Harris hedges bets, "Unburdened by what has been... most?" Pardon parade for the laptop lad's sins, Family grift gold, where the real win begins. Electric cars rust in the garage grave, Green dream dies, subsidies for the brave. Oh, the duo's dirge (grind lower!), prog riff shreds the fail (tear it!), Shutdown symphony (lockdown!), small shops in jail (gone!). COVID carnival (cough!), masks on the meek (choke!), Woke virus spreads (infect!), pronouns in the creek (drown!). No law left (chaos!), just indictments for the foe (stab!), Hunter's laptop leaks (expose!), crack vials in the snow (blow!). Empire crumbles in the prog rock roar, Former fools fade, legacy's lore— Jagged chords close the curtain call, America wakes from the bumble brawl.

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