Charlatan Fuck - Hesitation Wounds

A nation bows to the altar of trash

A fool’s golden god that needs to be smashed

Lips always pursed spewing rhetoric

In the simplest of terms so the simple gets tricked

And it makes me fucking sick

And it makes me fucking sick

A nation drinks from the stream of shit

Proudly they cheer as they fall for it

A con artist dictator that loves a slogan

America, from damaged to broken

And it makes me fucking sick

And it makes me fucking sick

And it makes me fucking sick

And it makes me fucking sick

You charlatan fuck

You charlatan fuck

No way to defend

You charlatan fuck

We’ll celebrate your end