Ticket 2 Ride

Repackaged ideologies of fear

A confluence of racist forces

Boiling, a malignant tumor

Stoked by propaganda sources

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In darkened souls, shine a light

Their words drip with lies

From your cold, black hearts

Harken for the country’s demise

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Marching, torches jutting skyward

Riff-raff dressed as Satan’s brigade

Masked, hiding their ill deeds

Invading cities, a political charade

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Your gang rots from the inside

Hate does not make great

America is better than you

History will seal your fate