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Verse 1
The will of the people

No longer being heard
Claims to want to make
America great
While never putting
America first
Pitting citizen against citizen
To create what fits
His own agenda
As well as for his
Own amusement
Not so much a president

As he is a demon
We blindly followed
Then foolishly elected

Chorus
We the people
No longer matter
Our will be not done
At the mercy of a demon
We the warriors of the shadows
Are beyond done
It is time for our freedom battle
To be won

Verse 2
We the unseen
Who live in the shadows
Watching and learning

While still for the rest
Of you fighting
As our own dark history
The demon is writing
You are his puppets
He is the master
You love to call daddy
The demon father
Laughs at you while he
Destroys everything
As from the shadows
We emerge to fight
Hand in hand
With our fellow citizens

Who still see the light

Chorus