Slick-tongued puppets in tailored suits
Weaving lies through the evening news
Promises sold like counterfeit dreams
While the people scream in silent streams

They preach of change but feed on greed
Rotting roots in the soil of need

Cheap politics, it makes me sick
The same old games, the same old tricks
Selling out souls for a fleeting gain
A circus of power, a world in chains

Paper crowns and hollow praise
Their masks crack in the harshest rays
Smoke and mirrors, a dirty charade
Building empires on the backs they’ve played

They chant of hope but fuel despair
False foundations, crumbling air

Cheap politics, it makes me sick
The same old games, the same old tricks
Selling out souls for a fleeting gain
A circus of power, a world in chains

Raise your voice, let the silence break
Tear down the thrones of the great mistake
We're more than pawns in their cruel charade
Our fire will burn through the mess they’ve made

Cheap politics, it makes me sick
The same old games, the same old tricks
Selling out souls for a fleeting gain
A circus of power, a world in chains
Cheap politics, it makes me sick
The same old games, the same old tricks
Selling out souls for a fleeting gain
A circus of power, a world in chains

Let the ashes fall where they may
We’ll build anew from this decay
Cheap politics can’t hold us down
We’ll rise above, we’ll claim the crown