[Intro – radio static, vocoder whisper] “Pentagrams in the logo, children in the shadow…” [Verse 1] Rock boys hide the loot inside a spider web of shells, Shift the assets, file the balance, never ring the tellers’ bells. Donation flows from Corp to Trust to Fund and back again, Ledger says they gave away the gold, still clutch the reign. Standard Oil’s sigil is a circle star of sin, Five-point burn marks tracing where the coven’s rites begin. Texas Instruments clicks code to the drone, Kodak freezes light on a pentacle throne. General Electric sparks spells in wire, Boeing forges airframes that baptize fire. Seattle hangars hush while the night shift hums, Monarch scripts run where the turbine drums. [Hook A – half-time, layered vox] Shell game, shell game, count the hands not seen, Money moves in circles, still stays Rockefeller green. Shell game, shell game, watch the ledger spin, Charity to front the sin while the bloodlines win. [Verse 2] Delta tail flashes Greek triangle gleam, Old occult delta carved in every traveling scheme. First-class aisle stacked with Langley ghosts, Financiers, grand inquisitors, Chuck Colson hosts. From Hawaii lava beds to Seal Harbor spray, Every coast marked off for the family getaway. South American ranch where the monarchs rest, Monte Sacro sunrise on a goat-skin crest. Lucis Trust lights candles at the UN dais, Prince Charles bows in the Luciferian chorus. FBI born from the Standard grip, Wolf in the henhouse wearing Hoover’s lip. [Bridge – whispered over ticking percussion] Finders secure the cargo. Div 5 cleans the scene. Sacrifice at moonrise. Files wiped pristine. [Verse 3] Chucky “Mike” draws a Sig and abducts in night, Nichol Harrah rides van headlights tight. Ken Lanning flashes badge, trades child for rite, Nick O’Hara silences witnesses to keep it white. Richardson in Langley counts the quota in a book, While McArthur breaks rank, can’t stomach the look. US News soft-pedals the rot inside, But the stench leaks truth that the gloss can’t hide. Rock-sponsored commission “investigates” the rogue, Self-policed fox writing rules for the henfold. CIA Monarch files slipped behind the shelf, One big slap on the wrist, then the beast feeds itself. [Hook B – choir pads, drums double-time] Shell game, shell game, count the hands not seen, Money moves in circles, still stays Rockefeller green. Shell game, shell game, puppets on the screen, Policy by blood decree, democracy by sheen. [Verse 4] Nelson skipped the ballot with a courtroom smile, Paper-coup handshake, Ford signs the file. Foundations fund the pulpits, textbook line, Write the hymns, write the lesson, shape the student spine. CFR boardroom drafts tomorrow’s laws, Future of Federalism sings globalist cause. Billions poured to craft one flag, one crown, Secret world order already sitting downtown. From Moscow trades to Beijing stakes, Rock notes stack in the eastern lakes. Every act of Congress echoes Pocantico stone, Orders whispered downward through a copper-wire phone. [Outro – vocoder chant fading] Shells within shells, Spells within spells, Rock boys toll the bells, And the world buys what it sells.
