🧨 Page 6 – "Opium Thrones"

[Verse 1] Sliced they throats and sold the furs, Astor flexed — whole world blurs. Bloodline rites, secret rights, Other crews folded overnight. Power ain't earned, it’s crowned in sin, Committee of 300 let the fucker in. You don't own trade without a leash, Astor kissed the beast, capiche? Found Astoria, carved the stain, Oregon’s soaked in Satan’s name. Sailed with Backhouse London crews, Married Todd blood, occult tattoos. Brevoort ties, secret roots, Freemason hands laced the loot. Opium bricks stacked in ships, China weeped — Astor rich. [Hook – Shattered voice effect] Gold lines, opium thrones, Shattered cities, broken bones. Kiss the crown, feed the fire, Blood bought kings never retire. [Verse 2] Got rich while others drowned, Pulled the rope, watched 'em hang down. Foreclosed dreams in ’37, Astor smiled — dead men’s heaven. No fucks, no debts paid, Land sharked cities in blood-stained trades. Board seat stacked in Hamilton’s scam, Bank of the States — goddamn. 1/15th of U.S. fortune tight, Raped New York by candlelight. Foundations tax-free, washed the sin, Fed your schools to rot within. V. Astor fund? Pocket lint, Real power hidden where the prayers are sent. Juvenile programs, libraries blessed, Meanwhile your freedoms bled to death. [Bridge – Whispered broken static] Pilgrims laugh, you pledge and cry, Castles built from your suicide. [Verse 3 – Final slam, half-spoken raw] They set up shells, hid the gold, Stacked the clubs, bought the fold. Vincent Astor — 41 rings, One man holdin’ puppet strings. Charity a lie, "culture" a scam, Each foundation stamped with Satan's brand. Pilgrim Soc. in sheep disguise, British crowns behind your skies. Astors bounce from states to throne, Still own your banks, still own your homes. You clap for libraries they paved with ash, While they laugh and torch your cash. [Outro – Glitch collapse] Bloodlines feed, You plead, They breed, You bleed.