In a world of fear, the king walks the walls with a silver-tipped tongue, he dodges each fall. Through riots and scandals, celebrating his wake, every game needs a master to change the rules as you play. More honest than Abe, golden hair matching smile, with every announcement, he drives everyone wild. When they think they've got him, he always breaks free, just playing his hand with a card up his sleeve. He’s got the trump card, it's one with his hand, navigates through the chaos like he’s got it planned. With a wink and a nod, never taking the fall, and he's ever so humble, the most humble of them all. From the boardrooms to the stage, he takes his place, never backing down, never losing face. Critics line up, eyes fixed on his crown, but with a smile, he spins it all around. He’s got the flair, that effortless sway, talking as he thinks, says what he wants to say. Fake News and bad actors just think they're so smart, but he's winning each hand like he's holding a trump card. He’s got the trump card, it's one with his hand, navigates through the chaos like he’s got it planned. With a wink and a nod, never taking the fall, and he's ever so humble, the most humble of them all. Under the blood moon, where shadows arise, he dances with darkness, demons at his side. Knows a few dirty magic tricks, something up each sleeve, he'll make you believe what you want to believe. He’s got the trump card, it's one with his hand, navigates through the chaos like he’s got it planned. With a wink and a nod, never taking the fall, and he's ever so humble, the most humble of them all.