[prelude an awesome deep eerie bass glow with demons titillating their 666 strings]
(Verse 1)
Congress lights are burning, but the chamber’s running cold,[1][2]
While seven shadows slip away to chase a god of gold.[3][1]
Southbound on a nameless train, no whisper of their file,[4]
Masks of men and borrowed names, bound for Jekyll Isle.[1][4]
(Pre-Chorus)
Keyholes filled with candle smoke, the curtains drawn like veils,[1]
Ink runs red in ledger books, and every number wails.
(Chorus)
Raise the stone, hear the underground cry,
There’s an **altar** under every “how” and “why.”
Marble floors over bones and fire,
Blood for credit, flesh for wire.
In the hushed foundations of that gilded hall,[5][6][7]
The old gods laugh at a paper wall.
(Verse 2)
Turret like a watchful eye above the tidal foam,[6][5]
Clubhouse dressed in Queen Anne grace, a temple far from home.[5][6]
Six men carve a phantom bank in circles on the floor,[2][8][1]
While whispers braid the present to a hunger from before.
(Pre-Chorus)
Coins like teeth in a serpent’s jaw,
Every law rewrites the law.
(Chorus)
Raise the stone, hear the underground cry,
There’s an altar under every “how” and “why.”
Marble floors over bones and fire,
Blood for credit, flesh for wire.
When the ink dries black on the secret scroll,[2][3]
You can mortgage time, you can auction souls.
(Bridge)
Hear the drums in the engine’s wheel,
Feel the tracks beneath you kneel.[4]
Old blood chanting, “Sign your name,
We’ll build a throne from debt and flame.”
Lanterns flicker, oceans wait,[3]
History bends at a steel gate.[8][9]
(Breakdown – spoken/whispered)
“Count the hearts behind the chart,
Bind the future, sell the heart.
Stack the stones and drown the choir,
Turn the altar into an empire.”
(Final Chorus)
Raise the stone, hear the underground cry,
Every secret has a cost applied.
Marble floors over bones and fire,
Blood for credit, flesh for wire.
From the hidden signatures to the market’s roar,[9][8]
The island’s echo lives in every war.
(Outro)
When the tide crawls in and the club lights die,[3][1]
You can hear that buried altar sigh.
If you listen close in the banking aisles,
You still walk the halls of Jekyll Isles.[2][1]