[Intro]









[Verse 1: Gemineye of Conspirituality]

A nonessential elite presidential retreat







Confidential discreet monumental deceit

Theyre not gentle or sweat more than mental defeat







Once you enter your seat well now youre in for a treat

The cremation of care to the creation of fear







This location is where they vacation each year



My frustration I swear is for the whole nation to hear






My donation to your ear is world domination is near









Listen!








Wealthy and well placed are these snake-eyed hawks

Unhealthy and pale faced at their lake side talks





Ive come to warn ya they cover their heads with hoods






And dance around naked in Californias red woods






A gentlemans club equipped with good drinks and table shows







Pant legs rolled up hood winks and cable tows







Mock sacrifices to Moloch alcoholics frolic







Political false prophets come to pick pocket your wallet









[Hook]







Who? Tell me who! Tell me who!







Who? Tell me who! Tell me who!







Who? Tell me who! Tell me tell me who!







Who? Tell me who! Tell me tell me who!







Who? Tell me who! Tell me who!







Who? Tell me who! Tell me who!







Who? Tell me who! Tell me tell me who!







Who? Tell me who! Tell me tell me who!









[Verse 2: Gemineye]







Each year bones membership grows by fifteen






Evidence that could bury presidents if seen







Therell be more than regrets if one of their secrets gets told







There will be more threats as the last cigarette gets rolled







You must have plenty of money to enter the windowless tomb







Three hundred and twenty two not many have been through this room







Trust me the order of death amounts too more than Masons







Trilateral Commission Council on Foreign Relations









Listen!









Ive come to paint a portrait of a picture scary







Its like a eugenics project the way they intermarry







Scriptures vary, but many say that its just a mirage







Made their money off the slave trade and espionage







Ask the paparazzi father Georges pops was a Nazi







Clear the smoke and youll find old folks cloaked in Versace







Watch me; expose those that chose a lousy copy







Of a German fraternity financed by the drowsy poppy









[Hook]









[Outro]