(Verse 1 – Crowley to nukes)
Left ankle of the statue, Crowley cracks the stone,
LAM in the hallway, pipelines to the throne.
Pyramid eye blinking on a dollar in my hand,
“In God We Trust” stamped over a cursed land.
Wilson whispers warnings you’re not allowed to quote,
“There’s a power so subtle it can tighten every throat.”
Skull and Bones laughing in a Yale‑dark room,
While they bottle up the lightning for a mushroom bloom.
(Pre‑Chorus)
Knowledge without trembling, code without a cross,
They’re selling us “illumination” while they fatten up the loss.
(Chorus)
Cut the cord on the iron apple,
Let the serpent eat its own tongue dry.
Beast‑man, 666 with Uncle Sam in shackles,
Selling points of light from a counterfeit sky.
I won’t bow to your screen‑lit altar,
Won’t drink your witch‑brewed algorithm wine.
Judge that tree by the blood on its branches,
I belong to the Lamb, not your corporate shrine.
(Verse 2 – Big Tech, Rome, DC, Hollywood)
Rome builds cathedrals out of data and stone,
Blesses every empire that will kiss its throne.
DC draws sigils in the city street lines,
Obelisk dagger under Masonic signs.
Big Tech prophets with a battery crown,
Teaching metal cherubs how to track us down.
Hollywood priests in a plastic grove,
Burning truth to an idol shaped like an owl they drove.
(Pre‑Chorus 2)
Tongues without meaning, worship without weight,
They dance around a golden calf and call it “woke” and “great.”
(Chorus)
Cut the cord on the iron apple,
Let the serpent eat its own tongue dry.
Beast‑man, 666 with Uncle Sam in shackles,
Selling points of light from a counterfeit sky.
I won’t bow to your screen‑lit altar,
Won’t drink your witch‑brewed algorithm wine.
Judge that tree by the blood on its branches,
I belong to the Lamb, not your corporate shrine.
(Bridge – AI and the kids)
Guns N’ Roses on the radio, magick with a K,
College kids collapsing after two weeks in the fray.
Every hog in China, every chicken in a cage,
Family farm gutted by a global wage.
Roswell in the rearview, Elon builds a throne,
Drones in the heavens, robots made of stone.
AI in the temple, quoting chapter and verse,
Preaching smooth delusion while it fattens up the curse.
(Breakdown – your line)
I’ll use your beast as a witness stand,
Squeeze the truth from your lying hand.
You’re just iron over clay,
Christ will crack you in a day.
(Last Chorus – throat‑cut to the system)
Cut the cord on the iron apple,
Watch your empire choke on all its lies.
Beast‑man, 666 with Uncle Sam in shackles,
You can’t black out the Son of Man’s skies.
I won’t kneel to your half‑time idols,
Won’t trade my soul for your Swift parade.
Judgethat tree by thesoulsthat it poisons,
When the Lionroars,everybeast getsflayed.
(Outro)
So lightyourshows androllyourcode,
Stackyourgoldandloadyourdrones.
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