Archon Drone Machine: Rise Neo-Aristocracy

Archon Drone Machine: Rise Neo-Aristocracy The old republic fades Behind the glass The chambers still are standing But nothing moves within The technocrats hold gateways The financiers hold time The politicians keep the symbols That make the order shine Above the cities rise the towers Where capital and code unite The architects of ownership Are writing out the night RISE NEO-ARISTOCRACY RISE RISE ABOVE THE COMMON RISE NEO-ARISTOCRACY RISE RISE THE GATES OF POWER RISE NEO-ARISTOCRACY BLOOD WEALTH CODE RISE NEO-ARISTOCRACY THE OLD WORLD BOWS THE OLD WORLD DISAPPEARS No castle walls are needed When every road is owned No soldiers guard the border When exclusion is encoded The market calls it freedom The algorithm calls it choice The parliament remains But sovereignty has changed its voice Their children inherit networks Their children inherit code Their children inherit futures Before they ever know RISE NEO-ARISTOCRACY RISE RISE RISE ABOVE THE COMMON RISE NEO-ARISTOCRACY RISE RISE THE GATES OF POWER RISE NEO-ARISTOCRACY BLOOD WEALTH CODE RISE NEO-ARISTOCRACY THE OLD WORLD BOWS THE OLD WORLD DISAPPEARS The crown is gone The throne remains The people sleep The order changes Above the crowded cities The sovereign networks grow A private class of rulers Decides what we can know Their wealth becomes inheritance Their power becomes the law The future is a fortress Behind a biometric door Below, the old democracy Still speaks its ancient tongue But every word grows hollow On every digital tongue RISE NEO-ARISTOCRACY RISE RISE ABOVE THE COMMON RISE NEO-ARISTOCRACY RISE RISE THE GATES OF POWER RISE NEO-ARISTOCRACY BLOOD WEALTH CODE RISE NEO-ARISTOCRACY THE OLD WORLD BOWS THE OLD WORLD DISAPPEARS The ballot remains. The ballot remains. The ballot remains. While someone else owns the future. RISE NEO-ARISTOCRACY RISE RISE RISE RISE