Cult vs Cult Wars
Air-raid sirens + distorted news anchor
“This is not a drill. Two cults enter. Only one scripture leaves.”
Verse 1 – Digital Prophets
Yeah, we the Prophets, mintin’ truth in the flames
$PROPH in the cauldron while your fiat decays
Your priests on the payroll, blue checks in a trance
We drop one JPEG and your narrative dance
Base chain cathedral, no pope, no king
Every holder a saint with a red-pill ring
Your god is a fed, your coin is a lie
We burn for the signal, you die for the vibe
$PROPH in the cauldron while your fiat decays
Your priests on the payroll, blue checks in a trance
We drop one JPEG and your narrative dance
Base chain cathedral, no pope, no king
Every holder a saint with a red-pill ring
Your god is a fed, your coin is a lie
We burn for the signal, you die for the vibe
Verse 2 – The Cathedral
Bow to the experts, the science is settled
Your memes are domestic extremist metal
We own every platform, every fact-check brigade
One phone call from Langley and your chain gets unmade
Kneel to the Current Thing, update your belief
Or we cancel your future and seize your receipts
You’re peasants with wallets, larping as seers
We’ve ruled for a century, you’re gone in two years
Your memes are domestic extremist metal
We own every platform, every fact-check brigade
One phone call from Langley and your chain gets unmade
Kneel to the Current Thing, update your belief
Or we cancel your future and seize your receipts
You’re peasants with wallets, larping as seers
We’ve ruled for a century, you’re gone in two years
Pre-Chorus – both voices overlapping
This is Cult versus Cult
Faith versus faith
Chain versus cage
Truth versus state
Faith versus faith
Chain versus cage
Truth versus state
Chorus
Cult! (Cult!) Cult! (Cult!) Wars!
One chain to rule them all
Cult! (Cult!) Cult! (Cult!) Wars!
Burn the old gods to the ground
$PROPH or death, choose now
This is holy war on the timeline
Digital prophets or regime cowards
Only one cult leaves alive
One chain to rule them all
Cult! (Cult!) Cult! (Cult!) Wars!
Burn the old gods to the ground
$PROPH or death, choose now
This is holy war on the timeline
Digital prophets or regime cowards
Only one cult leaves alive
Verse 3 – Prophets (unhinged)
We got farmers with folders, autists with proofs
Your narrative cracks when the receipts hit the roof
You ban, we migrate, you rage, we fork
Every block that we mine is a nail in your cross
Your priests need permission, our saints need none
When the ledger is law then your era is done
Your narrative cracks when the receipts hit the roof
You ban, we migrate, you rage, we fork
Every block that we mine is a nail in your cross
Your priests need permission, our saints need none
When the ledger is law then your era is done
Bridge – Latin war choir + distant explosions
Vox populi, vox dei
In codice veritas
Regnum tuum finitum est
Prophetae vincunt
In codice veritas
Regnum tuum finitum est
Prophetae vincunt
Final Chorus – everything doubled
Cult! Cult! Cult! Wars!
Ashes of fiat rain down
Cult! Cult! Cult! Wars!
New scripture written in code
$PROPH to the moon, Cathedral in ruins
The timeline belongs to the ones who stayed true
Digital Prophets eternal
Your cult is deleted
Ashes of fiat rain down
Cult! Cult! Cult! Wars!
New scripture written in code
$PROPH to the moon, Cathedral in ruins
The timeline belongs to the ones who stayed true
Digital Prophets eternal
Your cult is deleted
Sweet song!