Twiddle 7/27/13 Syncopated Healing - Gathering of the Vibes Bridgeport, CT

Farmhouse

Heavy Things

(Intro)
I poured my soul into the MAGA cause, thousands of hours lost without a pause, video production, graphic design, original tracks, no flaws, even a custom song for the man fighting the deep state's claws.

(Verse 1)
I didn't leave Trump, the betrayal was unidirectional, a stunning reversal, purely fictional, he called his supporters "garbage" then switched his position, dismissed us as nuisances for wanting Epstein transparency, a mission, he treated dedicated foot soldiers like disposable agitators, a gut-punch of disrespect, a move for the traitors.

(Chorus)
This ain't about delays, it's a litmus test for the soul, Epstein's global web of child trafficking taking its toll, victims testified through the jeers and the threats, while he brands the push for files a "Democratic hoax," placing his bets, no unsealing, no indictments, just evasion for the elite, protecting the pedophiles, admitting defeat.

(Verse 2)
This protectionism reeks of complicity, a moral deficiency, why shield the wolves in the bunkers while preaching "America First" efficiency, he flippantly dismisses supporters who want the files unsealed, echoing the very elitism he claimed he wanted repealed, it's not strategy, it's sin, a path he can't win, questioning his path to heaven while burying the evidence that could damn the damned, a slam.

(Bridge)
Scripture is clear, you harbor wolves, you invite the judgment near, he torpedoes his own redemption, feeding the fear, prosecutions aren't optional, they're obligatory, crystal clear, without them the files are just a Pandora's box of poison, a souvenir, proving "drain the swamp" was just theater for the rubes, sticking us with the spears.

(Outro)
Theater for the rubes, just theater for the rubes, yeah, he played us for fools, just theater for the rubes, no justice, no cause, just poison and flaws.


Lyrics By: S.H. Sydness - Crunchy Creations - 2025


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