Syndrome Nom Nom
Public health alert: chronic exposure to idiocracy may cause history-coughing, crypto-crowing, and acute democracy wanking.
Lyrics
[Verse 1] Public health alert ’s a jerk, For folks that ain’t yet berserk! Symptoms rhyme with holy shit curse, Knowing history, and much worse… Coughing at hypocrisy, Wanking on cryptocracy, Banning brain literacy, Shaming humble empathy… [Chorus] We’re so not sick! He’s just a prick, Serving shit cake. Make no mistake. Daddy’s on a jail break, A freakin’ grifter’s trek… The urge to puke, derangement’s fake… Syndrome Nom Nom… conscience awake! [Verse 2] Cognitive dissonance spinning wild, Feels like reason got defiled. ICE king cages, kids on trial… Empathy’s a threat? Oh boy, vile! Decrees done with no consent. Facts gagged by the President. Nausea rises with each lie… Expect to choke when morals die. [Bridge] Bragged he grabbed cunts like a con, Signed a law to shut speech down, Mocked the kind, praised all the wrongs, Murdering rights, and all my stupid songs! Stress rises at every shout, With Jingo dicks charging out. Look how they shoot with fascist flair… But(t) why scream? Because we do care! [Chorus] We’re so not sick! He’s just a prick, Serving shit cake. Make no mistake. Daddy’s on a jail break, A freakin’ grifter’s trek… The urge to puke, derangement’s fake… Syndrome Nom Nom… conscience awake! [Verse 3] When truth’s redacted, and rights retracted, Constitution gaslighted, ghosted, shredded… You’re not delusional, you’re reacting. Stay sane, hear the words, world’s quacking! Calling out for a revolution Isn’t madness, it’s the solution. If you dream of saving grace, Please wake up now, or forget faith… [Outro] Ordo is woke, No pedo joke… Pope Leo, Hello, Preach Amoris, bro! Spit out that cake, Sing, for fuck’s sake! In the win-win lane, Wrong is just insane.
