Tear those children apart
Make them build your wall
Don’t mind those severed pieces
Their blood will give you leverage

After all they’re only animals to you
Rampant bugs that you can crush
And feel your power in your shoe
Touch yourself and feel the rush

Hold the world in your arms
Your own little ant farm
Your psychopathic vision
Obvious compensation

Empty shell without a soul
Hear their cries and gloat
Orgasmic hold as they choke
Smile for the scum that you enrolled

A monster that can’t breathe without gain
A spoilt brat that can’t erect without pain
A world that is forever torn and bent
Because of the one you call ”President”