🧨 Page 7 – Velvet Cages

[Verse 1] Step in the fog where the bloodlines roam, Astor carved thrones from flesh and bone. Director of banks, fruit, steel and ships, Signed the ledgers where kingdoms slip. American Express, Chase Bank keys, Western Union whispers through dead oak trees. Sugar trades, opium sails, Railroads winding through funeral trails. Stockholder smiles in the county trust, While cities crumble into diamond dust. Member of museums, science halls, Preachin’ evolution while Satan crawls. You think it’s grants? It’s goddamn chains, Wrapped round your children’s brains. [Hook – Slick whisper, deadly smooth] Velvet cages, marble thrones, Blood drips quiet on gilded bones. Smile for the crown, die for the stone, You ain't free — you just been owned. [Verse 2] Astors crowned a son at birth, Passed the scepter, measured worth. Never voted, never begged, Born to rule, sworn and bled. Built the Waldorf, built the snob, Built the cages where you punch your job. Maine retreats, city streets, Scripts wrote under powdered seats. "Conserve," they preach, while feasting high, Telling cattle to watch the sky. Pious lips, daggered hands, Preachin’ death to common lands. 1901 — Pilgrim masks, Astors slipped in hidden tasks. Princes cloaked behind the feast, To weld your fate and leash the beast. [Bridge – Calm and vicious] Pilgrims in robes of sheep, Feeding your kings to sleep. [Verse 3 – Coldest slam] Round Tables spin in secret halls, Rhodes and Milner rewrote the calls. Astor gold built the dreams you chase, While they erased your father's face. CFR, RIIA gears, Grinding your nations for a thousand years. Association of Helpers? Naw, it’s chains, Rhodes Scholarships clone your brains. Rhodes was their prophet, Milner their scribe, Astors the bankers bleeding the tribe. Oxford gates — blacker than coal, Minting servants for Satan’s control. [Outro – Fading mechanical whisper] Speak soft. Smile cold. Own the young. Enslave the old.