[Intro – shouted, raw] You thought it ended. They just changed jackets. [Verse 1] Same money, new flags, fresh paperwork, war crimes washed clean with a fountain pen smirk. They didn’t disappear, they relocated, filed new charters, names abbreviated. Front offices smiling, suits pressed neat, same men who starved cities now chairing boards discreet. You call it rebuilding, they call it expansion, new logos stamped on the same old mansion. Banks never blinked, they just shifted lanes, assets walked free while the courts played games. They told you justice had finally spoken, but the loudest sentences were carefully broken. [Hook – yelled, crowd-response energy] Same hands, new masks, don’t get it twisted, they never lost power, they just relisted. Same hands, new masks, same cold math, history changed fonts but kept the path. [Verse 2] They hid behind borders, shells, and trusts, called it recovery, called it a must. Factories humming under neutral flags, while yesterday’s tyrants laugh in their slacks. You think intelligence grew a conscience overnight? Nah, they just learned to move quieter, tighter. Files sealed deep, deals offshore, yesterday’s enemy now a partner in war. They sold you peace with a televised grin, while the same old networks kept funneling in. New agencies born from the rubble and ash, trained by the ones who wrote the crash. [Bridge – half-spoken, rising anger] They don’t retire power. They recycle it. They don’t end empires. They franchise them. [Verse 3] Who do you think taught them the next disguise? Who signed the visas, who cut the ties? Follow the boards, follow the funds, same surnames popping up over and over, son. You were told the war fixed the problem at hand, but the problem was profit, not a man. They needed the monster to scare you straight, then buried the monster and kept the estate. This ain’t conspiracy, it’s paperwork hell, ink dries faster than blood ever fell. You want villains dead so the story can close, they want continuity, nobody knows. [Hook – louder, final time] Same hands, new masks, don’t get it twisted, they never lost power, they just relisted. Same hands, new masks, same cold math, history changed fonts but kept the path. [Outro – shouted, cut hard] You don’t defeat systems by changing faces. You just teach them better hiding places.
