[Lyric] I Thought he was Bleeding (Damien Marcus Gwini)

Verse One
Blood is life he was standing in a pool of souls
Many people perished, and he is the cause
His charming ways lure, how so you can’t say
He’s cunning, you fall prey, you can’t cry foul play
He only comes for favours often times he’s out of touch
He brags about his houses and the cars that he’s got
He wears expensive shoes, and he wears a pricey watch
You ask him ‘bout the time, but he tells you nothing much
He speaks with his mouth he never tеlls about his heart
He promises you hеaven if you win him the election
He brags about his skill he says deception is an art
Through careful word selection he delivers his deception
He once stole people’s money then he bought himself some mansions
A hunger strike erupted then the army quelled the tensions
It opened live ammunition, many lives were wasted
Survivals suffered colonial style of detention

Hook
I had a vision, there was a man with his hands dripping –
Blood, I thought he was bleeding – he was a politician
I had a vision, there was a man with his hands dripping –
Blood, I thought he was bleeding – he was a politician
Verse Two
He gives you your money then he tells you that’s a favour
He says if you obey me I will let you live forever
He’ll never let you DIY he’d rather do it for you
You better off dependent than enlightened with your freedom
He sees critics as enemies and opposition toxic
He’ll eliminate his brother if he threatens his position
He’ll eliminate his comrade then he pays for the coffin
He’ll never leave the chair, he’ll do whatever for the office
He’s greed is so contagious, what he does the others mimic
They idolize his ways but then his ways are tricks and gimmicks
Many people starve, many can’t afford the basics
While he is on vacation, he’s always out for picnics
He once stole people’s money then he twisted the specifics
Taxpayer’s monies, he squandered it across Pacific
Many people died he wasn’t moved by the statistics
A pandemic came, he simply built his private clinic

Hook
I had a vision, there was a man with his hands dripping –
Blood, I thought he was bleeding – he was a politician
I had a vision, there was a man with his hands dripping –
Blood, I thought he was bleeding – he was a politician

Verse Three
He gives you your money then he tells you that’s a favour
He says if you obey me I will let you live forever
He’ll never let you DIY he’d rather do it for you
You better off dependent than enlightened with your freedom
He sees critics as enemies and opposition toxic
He’ll eliminate his brother if he threatens his position
He’ll eliminate his comrade then he pays for the coffin
He’ll never leave the chair, he’ll do whatever for the office