anything can happen in the next 4 years

[Intro – Spoken, eerie tone, static & crowd noise]

"Do not adjust your memory.
This is what you voted for.
Again."
[Verse 1]

He came with a grin and a god complex
Built on soundbites, bile, and PR tech
Truth turned traitor, facts turned toys
Crowd fed fear like it’s white noise

The stage went red, the script went black
He laughed while rights peeled off the rack
Said “Trust me, I’ll clean the mess”
Then danced in the flames like a state address
[Pre-Chorus]

Wore the flag like a crown of thorns
Said it loud — so it must be sworn
"Order first," he barked and lied
While justice bled and reason died
[Chorus]

Anything can happen in the next 4 years!
Raise the banners, fuel the fear
Anything can happen in the next 4 years!
History drowned in a stadium cheer
Anything can happen — and probably will
Just say the word, and the silence kills
[Verse 2]

He made the truth a trigger phrase
Built a wall made out of praise
Unleashed the dogs, then said "not me"
Cashed in on chaos, tax-free

A golden throne on plastic bones
Surrounded by yes-men and bugged phones
Every crisis made for screen
A crown of wires, a nation greened
[Bridge – Glitched samples]

“Fake news…”
“The greatest…”
“Enemies of the people…”
“Very fine…”
“…people.”
[Breakdown]

You laughed until the curtain fell
Then begged for calm inside the hell
He warned you clear: he'd burn the past
So now you’re ash, and he still laughs
[Verse 3]

He fed the beast, then blamed the roar
Signed the purge with a metaphor
“Law and order” meant control
Said the quiet part from the console

He shook the hands that held the knives
Banned the books, televised the lies
Rewrote facts with every spin
Then asked the crowd if he could win
[Verse 4]

Truth is dead, and fiction’s king
He sold the wreck and called it wings
Turned the court into a chant
And choked dissent beneath a rant

It’s not a glitch — it’s the design
Four more years and a tighter spine
You thought the story reached its end
But history just hit send
[Second Chorus – Even heavier]

Anything can happen in the next 4 years!
The mask fell off, the face appeared
Anything can happen in the next 4 years!
He said the quiet part — and they still cheered
Anything can happen — and it’s not a drill
All it takes is a pen, and a will to kill
[Final Break – Spoken, slowly fading]

"You thought he was gone.
You thought it was over.
But power never leaves.
It just changes shape."