Trump-Washed - A Song

Lyrics by Joyce Strong, music generated with Suno

Same story, different name.
Every tyrant plays the game.
Addicted to power, addicted to praise —
The humiliation ritual never fades.

Chorus
You’ve been Trumpwashed, caught in the spell,
Living in his story, a personal hell.
Trumpwashed — the sickness he brings,
A cult made of victims who worship their king.

It’s a Trumpedemic, spreading fast,
A sickness of power that will never last.
He can’t love you, he just needs control,
Addicted to worship, it poisons the soul.

Verse 1
From pharaohs to fascists, the script’s the same,
Promise you freedom, then tighten the chain.
Smile for the cameras, fists in the air,
Behind the curtain, he doesn’t care.

He dreads the silence, he dreads the fall,
So he builds his throne on the backs of all.
A coward inside, though he plays the king,
But the fire is coming — the reckoning.

Chorus
You’ve been Trumpwashed, caught in the spell,
Living in his story, a personal hell.
Trumpwashed — the sickness he brings,
A cult made of victims who worship their king.

It’s a Trumpedemic, spreading fast,
A sickness of power that will never last.
He can’t love you, he just needs control,
Addicted to worship, it poisons the soul.

Verse 2
He don’t need love, he just feeds on the crowd,
Addicted to the echo, screaming proud.
Every cheer is a needle, every chant is a hit,
It calms his panic but the junkie can’t quit.

The older he gets, the worse it shows,
A hunger unchecked that forever grows.
There’s no cure in sight, no peace, no end,
Just abuse repeated again and again.

Verse 3
Like Dracula creeping in the night,
He hides from truth, afraid of light.
Smiles at your door, but it’s only a lure,
To drain your veins, taking all you can endure.

He sucks your blood but he calls it love,
Says you’re chosen, blessed from above.
A vampire of power, a hunger, a need,
A sickness of worship, a cult that bleeds.

Verse 4
Victims of abuse in a gilded cage,
He plays the savior, but he feeds the rage.
Gaslights your mind, isolates your soul,
Takes what you give, demands more control.

It’s the cycle of violence, dressed in red, white, and blue,
The cult is the family, but it’s breaking you.
Trumpwashed is real, it infects, it deceives,
He can’t stop the hunger, he will never leave.

Bridge
Bow to the leader, kneel at his feet,
Fear in the rhythm of your heartbeat.
He says you’re holy, he says you’re true,
But the only thing free is what he takes from you.

Final Chorus
You’ve been Trumpwashed, caught in the spell,
Living in his story, a personal hell.
Trumpwashed — the sickness he brings,
A cult made of victims who worship their king.

It’s a Trumpedemic, spreading fast,
A sickness of power that will never last.
He can’t love you, he just needs control,
Addicted to worship, it poisons the soul.

You’ve been Trumpwashed, Trumpwashed!

Outro
Same story, different name.
Every tyrant plays the game.
Addicted to power, addicted to praise —
The humiliation ritual never fades.

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