[Hook] Thirteen veins pump the body of the beast, Bloodlines thicker than the contracts on your lease. They don’t need tanks, they got the economy’s leash, Pull the whole globe on a string till it’s deceased… in the mind. From the boardroom to the battlefield they profit in kind, Silent architects drawin’ up the coffin design. Thirteen families, original sin in the flesh, Weavin’ the web that the whole world’s caught in the mesh. [Verse 1] European roots cross the Atlantic like a fleet in the night, Rothschild red shields financed both sides of the fight, Then switched ledgers when the smoke cleared and the treaties got signed, Profit perpetual — every high, every low, every grind. Rockefeller black gold turned to Standard Oil might, Monopolized the light, then the information fight, Central banks birthed in the dark like a stillborn rite, Printin’ paper promises while the people pay the price twice. They intermarry blood so the power stays pure, Dynasties hidin’ behind democracy’s brochure, Foundations fund the think tanks that manufacture the cure, For the crises they engineered — now the public’s the lure. Media’s the ministry, preachin’ the version they wrote, Every scroll, every post, every headline they promote, Elections? Selections — they already chose the vote, Pawns in position while the real kings stay remote. [Verse 2] Now the veins run silicon, coded in the valley code, Algorithms dancin’ to the family mode, Every click a confession, every scroll a commode, They mine your attention while they sell you the load. Debt’s the new drug and they the cartel supplier, Student loans, mortgages, the modern-day buyer Of their own chains — sign the line, feel the fire, Compound interest risin’ like the smoke from the pyre. Wars are theater, false flags the plot twist, Resource grabs dressed in humanitarian mist, From black gold to poppy fields, the same ancient list, Thirteen names at the top when the smoke starts to lift. Is it coincidence or coordinated design? Same bloodlines surface every single time Crisis calls and the solution’s already aligned With the bottom line they wrote before the first headline. They Rothschild and roll the dice on the fate of the earth, House always wins ‘cause they print the worth, Midas touch but the gold turns to dust in your purse, While their vaults stay full and the people stay cursed. [Bridge] All-seeing eye on the bill, but it ain’t watchin’ God, It’s watchin’ the stock, the data, the facade. Thirteen veins in the wall, pumpin’ quiet and raw, Question is — will the body ever hemorrhage them all? [Hook] Thirteen veins pump the body of the beast, Bloodlines thicker than the contracts on your lease. They don’t need tanks, they got the economy’s leash, Pull the whole globe on a string till it’s deceased… in the mind. From the boardroom to the battlefield they profit in kind, Silent architects drawin’ up the coffin design. Thirteen families, original sin in the flesh, Weavin’ the web that the whole world’s caught in the mesh. [Outro – half-spoken, half-sung over fading strings] So call it conspiracy or call it the natural way Power concentrates where the bloodlines stay. Thirteen veins… still pumpin’ night and day. Break the chain… or stay in the vein.
