Maxwell's sipping tea in a velvet cell
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Twenty years on paper, but it feels like Chanel
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No orange jumpsuit, no concrete bed
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Just Country Club justice while the victims bled
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She's waiting on the pardon, it's written in gold
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Trump says "I haven't thought," but the silence is cold
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She's not flipping - just lounging
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While the files stay locked, and the truth keeps drowning
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The Guards don't blink, the Press won't pry
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She's got more comfort than the kids who cry
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No press leaks, no courtroom heat
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Just silence served on a luxury seat
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And she's got spa time, yoga, and gourmet trays
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While survivors count trauma in endless days
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The cell's a suite, the sentence a joke
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Justice cloaked in velvet smoke
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And no ankle monitor, no shame parade
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Just hush-hush deals in a justice charade
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She's not behind bars - she's behind curtains
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Where the Rich stay rich and the truth stays uncertain
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Files in the Fire, names in the smoke
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Truth on the line, but the system's a joke
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Country Club Queens and MAGA Kings
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Play hide-and-seek with traffickin' rings
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Lock it down, seal it tight
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Call it justice, dim the light
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The files could speak - but silence reigns
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While the victims scream in unseen chains
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Burn the silence, torch the spin
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Let the files scream from deep within
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No more Country Club charades
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No more justice in velvet shades
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Unlock the names, release the list
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Let the truth cut through the mist
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The files are fire - let them blaze
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And end this circus of silent days
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And
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Trump's got the power, the pen, the stage
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But he handballs truth like a coward in a cage
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"Let Congress decide," he mumbles and spins
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While the clock ticks down and the silence wins
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He calls for probes into Clinton's crew
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Knowing full well that seals the view
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Investigations mean no file release
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Just swings and roundabouts - justice on lease
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He flops like a fish, gasping for air
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One minute bold, next minute bare
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He could've dropped the files in a tweet
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Instead, passed the buck and took a seat
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He plays the strongman, then ducks the heat
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Truth's on the table, but he won't eat
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The files are his - he holds the key
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But he'd rather stall than set them free
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He blames the swamp, then dives in deep
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While the names stay buried and the victims weep
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He chants "Amarica First" - smug grin
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But the files stay sealed and the lies begin
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Files in the Fire, names in the smoke
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Truth on the line, but the system's a joke
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Country Club Queens and MAGA Kings
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Play hide-and-seek with traffickin' rings
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Lock it down, seal it tight
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Call it justice, dim the light
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The files could speak - but silence reigns
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While the victims scream in unseen chains
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Burn the silence, torch the spin
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Let the files scream from deep within
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No more Country Club charades
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No more justice in velvet shades
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Unlock the names, release the list
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Let the truth cut through the mist
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The files are fire - let them blaze
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And end this circus of silent days
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And
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She called for truth, then backed away
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The circus spun, the clowns got play
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MTG flipped like a coin in the drain
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One week screaming, next week tame
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She posed with fury, then danced with doubt
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The headlines changed, the fire went out
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She played the rebel, then kissed the ring
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The ScrollKeeper saw the puppet string
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She tweeted rage, then whispered calm
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The storm was fake, the silence balm
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She waved the files, then dropped the act
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The truth got buried in a partisan pact
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And Epstein? A ghost in the cell
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No footage, no breath, no final farewell
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The cameras blinked, the Guards forgot
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A suicide scripted in a silent plot
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No trial, no closure, just chalk on the floor
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And a list of names we're not allowed to explore
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The rope pulled tight, the truth hung loose
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The system served its final excuse
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No autopsy clarity, no chain of proof
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Just a vanished man and a missing roof
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The files stayed sealed, the questions grew
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And the silence screamed what we all knew
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And
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Files in the Fire, names in the smoke
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Truth on the line, but the system's a joke
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Country Club Queens and MAGA Kings
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Play hide-and-seek with traffickin' rings
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Lock it down, seal it tight
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Call it justice, dim the light
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The files could speak - but silence reigns
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While the victims scream in unseen chains
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Burn the silence, torch the spin
+
Let the files scream from deep within
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No more Country Club charades
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No more justice in velvet shades
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Unlock the names, release the list
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Let the truth cut through the mist
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The files are fire - let them blaze
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And end this circus of silent days
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We see the dodge, the dance, the drift
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The files untouched, the power shift
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Maxwell waits, while Trump deflects
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The system spins, the truth rejects
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But the ScrollKeeper burns what they hide
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Turns sealed files into campaign tide
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We don't forget - we amplify
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And light the names they let slip by
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The flame is ritual, the silence a crime
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We torch the lies, one verse at a time
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We name the names, we break the seal
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We write the truth they try to conceal
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We carve the glyphs in fire and ash
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Expose the deals behind the cash
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We don't forgive, we don't delay
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We burn the silence - the Amarican way
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Amarican way
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Files in the Fire, names in the smoke
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Truth on the line, but the system a joke
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Country Club Queens and MAGA Kings
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Play hide-and-seek with traffickin' rings
+
Lock it down, seal it tight
+
Call it justice, dim the light
+
The files could speak - but silence reigns
+
And the victims scream in unseen chains
+
Burn the silence, torch the spin
+
Let the files scream from deep within
+
No more Country Club charades
+
No more justice in velvet shades
+
Unlock the names, release the list
+
Let the truth cut through the mist
+
The files are fire - let them blaze
+
And end this circus of silent days
+
Files in the Fire, names in the smoke
+
Truth on the line, but the system's a joke
+
Country Club Queens and MAGA Kings
+
Play hide-and-seek with traffickin' rings
+
Lock it down, seal it tight
+
Call it justice, dim the light
+
The files could speak - but silence reigns
+
While the victims scream in unseen chains
+
Burn the silence, torch the spin
+
Let the files scream from deep within
+
No more Country Club charades
+
No more justice in velvet shades
+
Unlock the names, release the list
+
Let the truth cut through the mist
+
The files are fire - let them blaze
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And end this circus of silent days
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The names are sealed
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The cameras blinked
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The pardon waits
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The ScrollKeeper burns
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The names are sealed
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The cameras blinked
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The pardon waits
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The ScrollKeeper burns
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