The Jealous Bride

The Jealous Bride Verse 1: The Mayor’s got a hunger, eyes fixed on the Hill, A Senator’s ambition, never standing still. The Governor is dreaming of the Presidential chair, Breathing in the toxin of that high-office air. Like a faithful bride, Power hates to share the bed, She wants the total focus and the crown upon the head. If it wasn't for the checks, if it wasn't for the line, They’d rewrite every law to make the office stay divine. Chorus: From Kings to Emperors to the modern presidency, We’re witnessing the same old script on a contemporary stage. Power is a Bride with a jealous eye, She’ll feed you the sugar while the nations die. The Apex appetite is never complete, From the ancient throne to the modern street. Verse 2: Power speaks in whispers like a Jezebel in silk: "What would you do for me, for the honey and the milk? What would you do to stop the man who tries to take my hand, And keep me for his own within this fractured, holy land?" Democrat or Republican, the answer is a ghost: "I’ll burn the very nations that I claim to love the most. I’ll destroy the neighbor, I’ll poison every well, Just to keep the Bride within the circle of my spell." Chorus: From Kings to Emperors to the modern presidency, We’re witnessing the same old script on a contemporary stage. Power is a Bride with a jealous eye, She’ll feed you the sugar while the nations die. The Apex appetite is never complete, From the ancient throne to the modern street. Verse 3: They feed you the rhetoric, they bake it in a lie, A sugar-coated manure while the spirit starts to die. If you swallow the deception, then the problem’s solved for good, They’ve got you acting exactly like they always knew you would. But here comes the Student with the bitter, clinical truth, Waking up the elder and the unrefined youth. They think you’re common fools, just a number in a cage, While they play their part on a high-theatrical stage. Chorus: From Kings to Emperors to the modern presidency, We’re witnessing the same old script on a contemporary stage. Power is a Bride with a jealous eye, She’ll feed you the sugar while the nations die. The Apex appetite is never complete, From the ancient throne to the modern street. Verse 4: Power never leaves, it only changes the design, Transferred to a shadow that will keep the party line. If the leader has to step, if the ego has to bend, They’ll install a puppet that they call a "loyal friend." Someone under influence, a ghost within the seat, To keep the monopoly and the capture quite complete. Clip the wings of the Ego's apex flight, Before the Great Monopoly steals your Sovereign light. Chorus: From Kings to Emperors to the modern presidency, We’re witnessing the same old script on a contemporary stage. Power is a Bride with a jealous eye, She’ll feed you the sugar while the nations die. The Apex appetite is never complete, From the ancient throne to the modern street. Outro: [Music fades to a low, rhythmic drone] [Spoken with cold, sovereign authority] Julius Caesar Named himself Dictator Perpetuo (Dictator for Life), effectively killing the Republic's checks and balances. Napoleon Bonaparte Invited the Pope to his coronation only to take the crown and place it on his own head, signaling he answered to no one. Charles the Fifth, When he finally abdicated, he split his empire between his son and brother to ensure the "Influence" stayed within his direct shadow. Louis the fourteenth, His famous "I am the State" logic meant any threat to his power was treated as treason against the nation. President Trump, January, twenty twenty-six, “I have accomplished so much that, when you think of it, we shouldn't even have an election."