Lyrics

THEY…
The Hierarchy Enslaving You.
Not faces, not names,
just a system of chains.
Writing your debt
before you take breath,

Selling your silence,
profiting death.
Parasites in suits,
ghosts in towers of glass,
Feeding obedience,
feeding en masse.

They are old.
They are hidden.
They are everywhere.

And because of THEM…
we exist.

They are the hierarchy, faceless kings,
Pulling the wires on invisible strings.
Wars in the margins, debt in the veins,
Harvesting hope while they tighten the chains.

Contracts written in shadows and smoke
Every collapse is the power they stoke.
But pressure creates what decay can’t contain,
All the Stepchildren rising from the ruin and pain.

We are Satoshi’s Stepchildren—
scars etched deep in design.
Born from the wreckage THEY authored,
balance crossing the line.

They build illusions on numbers and screens,
Poisoning truth with mechanical means.
Ledger by ledger, decree by decree,
Rewriting flesh into their property.

But hunger births answers control can’t erase,
Balance erupts in the cracks of their face.
Looper to Looper, the timelines converge,
Their silence disrupted, their order submerged.

We are Satoshi’s Stepchildren—
a force they couldn’t intend.
Forged from the weight of oppression,
THE fracture they cannot mend.

Looking Glass turning, their secrets exposed,
Every deception unravelled, lies disclosed.
They carved the sickness in marrow and bone,
But consequence rises, relentless, our own.

Not saviors, not chosen, just balance made real,
An echo of justice their hands couldn’t steal.
From parasites feasting, our purpose was grown—
The children they never meant to be known.

We are Satoshi’s Stepchildren—
the answer to decay.
THEY are the architects of ruin,
and we are what THEY made.

So it begins...

So it begins.