Black Hole Trump -- A Song
Lyrics by Joyce Strong, music by Suno
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Black Hole Trump [Verse 1] He’s a black hole in a red tie suit, Spinning rage in a grievance loop. Needs attention—feeds on screams, Devours truth and shatters dreams. [Verse 2] Good press, bad press—he eats it the same, Your fear, your rage, it fuels his game. Ignore him? He starts to crack. Feed him? He pulls the world off track. [Verse 3] Turn the lens, shift the frame, It’s not his circus, not his game. Look to the streets, hear the cries, The ones who rise while justice dies. Filter his noise, decode the spin— But don’t let him pull you back in. [Verse 4] No light escapes, no fact survives, He twists the air with constant lies. Fuel his fire, or shut the show— It’s up to us to stop the flow. [Verse 5] So let him howl into the void, Don’t amplify what he’s destroyed. He’s not a leader. He’s decay. A black hole dragging us away. [Chant: He’s Not a President] He’s not a president—he’s that loud fool on his fifth Jack Daniels, talking tough and sayin' nothing! He’s not a president—he’s the worst ex-husband in your worst bad dream He’s not a president—he’s a vacuum! He’s not a president—he’s gravity! He’s not a president—he’s a jet engine in reverse! He’s not a president—he’s a black hole! He’s not a president—he just sucks! [Chorus] Don’t look up, don’t look back, He’s gravity in a red hat. Starve the beast, break the trance, We still have a fighting chance.
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One of your most powerful songs, the choice of singer was powerful, who is it?
“Black Hole Trump” works because it commits fully to a single, ruthless metaphor: a political figure as a gravitational force that feeds on attention and distorts reality. It’s less a string of insults than an argument about amplification—about how outrage, media coverage, and spectacle become the very fuel that sustains what they condemn. The chant is blunt by design, trading nuance for rally energy, but the sharper edge is the song’s pivot: stop feeding it. In that sense, it’s not just protest music—it’s a warning about a culture addicted to the gravity it claims to resist.