Snow

Do you want a real war,
Miss Everdeen?
Something worse than
You’ve ever seen?
Mess with me
Think you’re a symbol
Of a fire catching destiny
That’s what you get
When you’re testing me–
Definitely
People think their drink’s safe
Around me
And then it feels like
They’re drowning–
Clown, please
I’m at the top of these Districts
Like Bisquick
I make great cakes
On every fool’s mistakes, kid
So you’re coming against me?
Mistaken
My well-oiled machine is mean
To me, it’s sacred
War–
And what a horrible war
And from the ashes the Capitol cashed in
Like liquor stores
So give me more
While your stomach rumbles from hunger
And if you volunteer to die
You’ll eat something

This is President Snow
And I can hear you
I’ll take everything
That you hold dear and kill you
This is President Snow
And I can hear you
I’ll give you
The kind of fear that will chill you

Seneca Crane was a pain
Like a rose thorn
He should have blown you to bits
With a Claymore
I liked him
I told him to be careful
Sadly, Seneca made
A fatal error
But I guess you probably know
Where he is–
Pushing up daisies
Deep beneath the grave, see?
Not something
You should have carried–those berries
Your Nightlock is about to end
With lives lost
A high cost
You should’ve ate ’em, you little satan
It would be safer for your sake
To save them
I would hate for your friend Gale
Or brave Prim
To end up whipped on a post
And maybe aching
So I’ll be watching your life
From every angle
And invisible hands at my command
Will strangle
Big Brother’s got nothing on me
I’m killing kids every year on a live TV
Like it’s a highlight
While my people
Live the high life
Best place to keep you safely
Under my knife
While you’re all made up
And in the limelight
I’m beating up on your stylist
It’s a crime, right?
I plan to put out your fire
In a Quarter Quell
Welcome to the jungle
A clock is like a prison cell
Your sugar cubes
And secrets won’t be needed
‘Cause I’m holding hostage
The people that you sleep with
And they’re the very ones
That hurt us most–
I think I’ll raise up a glass to you
Because you’re toast

This is President Snow
And I can hear you
I’ll take everything
That you hold dear and kill you
This is President Snow
And I can hear you
I’ll give you
The kind of fear that will chill you

So come and join me
In the Rose Garden, darling
I’ve got some news for you
It’s kind of startling
You thought the games
That I played were sick
But the same type of games are
Being played by your clique
I played for keeps
And we both hit our targets
You knew all along
So don’t lie–you promised
We made a deal
I’d be honest with you
And I think your rebel friends
Are causing problems for you
I’d solve ’em for you
But me–I’m under armed guard
And certain people that you’re missing?
Well, they’re long gone
I think you’re planning
To hear another cannon shot
Because of plans
That your man got
You’ll make me laugh
Even at my own funeral
And even in my death
I still remained useful

This is President Snow
And I can hear you
I’ll take everything
That you hold dear and kill you
This is President Snow
And I can hear you
I’ll give you
The kind of fear that will chill you

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