The Epstein War Songtext
von Prose in Plastic

They say a picture is worth a thousand words
But in Washington, a missile is worth a thousand files
April 16, a mystery USB hits the desk of the DOJ
May 9, the sky over Iran burns again
Coincidence or a cover-up?
Yeah
Coincidence or a cover-up?

Watch Pete now, Melania, why break the silence?

A week before the USB, you′re denying the alliance
Unprompted statements, a political can of worms
Anticipating the tide, anticipating the terms
The photos don't lie, the emails are archived deep

But you′re telling the public that the secrets are asleep
Age of surprise, the timing is a red light flare
While Maxwell is sending exhibits through the digital air
Thirty-three documents, a secret drive in their hand


While the war drums start beating across the sand
Is it the Iran war or the Epstein files?
Burying the truth under thousand-mile piles
Thirty-five billion spent to change the headline
Protecting the names at the end of the breadline
Smoke in the strait, fire in the sky
Anything to keep that USB from the public eye

May 9, 2020, 2016, talking 'bout a ceasefire deal
Then the bombs start falling, the deception is real
Moving from pillar to post, prolonging the fight
Hoping the Zorro Ranch ghosts stay out of the light
It's the Netanyahu move, the old corruption shield

Using the front lines to keep the courtroom sealed
Democratic oversight says the DOJ is holding back
Half the files are missing, hidden in the black
Leon Black, Jess Staley, names on the list
Lost in the fog in the geopolitical twist
Weinstein, Mitchell Jarecki, the victim accounts are clear

But the FBI and DOJ only trade in fear
Insufficient evidence, that′s the corporate line
While they send our sons to die on the Iranian line
They′d rather fight a war than face a grand jury


Turning victims' justice into national fury
The Red Sea is closed, the inflation is a trap
But it′s cheaper than letting the Epstein trap snap
They're building a war out of plastic and lies
While the truth about the powerful slowly dies

Is the news breaking or is it just the truth being broken?

The USB is on the desk, the missiles are in the air
The war isn′t about Tehran, it's about what′s on that drive
Now we watch the screen
Every breaking news banner
Every tactical strike
Every ceasefire talk
We have to wonder
Is it breaking news or breaking lies?
Frozen plastic
The world is being built

And the truth is being buried