He walks into the room with a smirk on his face
A whirlwind of words, no sense, just a chase
The world’s on fire, but he doesn’t mind
Spreading confusion, leaving truth behind
They call him the agent of chaos
A man with a plan, or maybe not
Every move he makes and every word he speaks
Are all contradicted within a week
The agent of chaos, the storm on the rise
The world in his hands, but no truth in his eyes
He’ll light the match, and step back with a grin
Let the world burn, then make it great again
Promises fall like a house of cards
He’s the spoilt rich kid in the local school yard
A puppet with strings of power and greed
Fueling the fire, and crypto currency
They call him the agent of chaos
A master of lies, deceit, and double-cross
He feeds on the fractures, the cracks in the wall
With powerful toadies, watching kingdoms fall
The agent of chaos, the storm on the rise
The world in his hands, but no truth in his eyes
He’ll light the match, and step back with a grin
Let the world burn, then make it great again
Can he see through the smoke, or is he blind
Chasing the shadows, leaving truth behind
In his hands, the world’s just a game
He lights the fire, and takes all the fame
The agent of chaos, the storm on the rise
The world in his hands, but no truth in his eyes
He’ll light the match, and step back with a grin
Let the world burn, then make it great again
All the hush funds, and all the call girls
Forks out his tongue at the rest of the world