The Killer is Inside the (White) House
Ring, Ring, Ring
Danger on the line
ring, ring, ring
The media says its fine
The four walls of a home
are not saviors anymore
The rising walls of the country
Are catalysts for war
No one is safe
No one is right
The house once white
Now black as night
For the killer is inside
The call comes from within
The creature craves to destroy
His patience wearing thin
The home now toxic
Infiltrated by a foe
The country’s bright spirit
Now indefinite woe
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