Conspiracy of Fact nerd core/hip hop and blue grass mash up

[singer A] The Fez atop with his golden jacket on, A Shriner sat, waiting on the Metro platform. He pulled a map from his pocket, lines traced in silver thread 'The history you studied is a ghost,' is all he said. [singer B] He spoke of ciphered telegrams and cables in the deep While the city in its ignorance was falling fast asleep He showed me how the circuits in the silicon are laid To mirror ancient temples where the tributes once were paid. [melodic interlude] [singer A] Check the checkerboard tiles where the dualities collide There's a geometry to power that the common people hide From the pyramid on the dollar to the stars up in the sky It's a calculated system that the naked eye denies. Some will call it a conspiracy theory, he told me it's a conspiracy of fact! [singer B] They call it 'charity' and 'brotherhood' to mask the inner core But there's a heavy iron handle on the final inner door Once the golden jacket opens, there's no turning back the clock You're a prisoner of wisdom with the keys inside the lock. [transition] [singer A] The Great Architect is sketching out a blueprint in the dark Every soul a simple pixel, every life a tiny spark I'm staring at the scimitar, the crescent, and the sun Realizing that the end of days has only just begun. [singer B] Behind the velvet curtain where the crescent meets the star They're tracking every movement, every swipe and every bar It's more than just the handshakes or the symbols on the ring It's the frequency they're humming while the puppet masters swing. [instrumental] [singer A] Check the checkerboard tiles where the dualities collide There's a geometry to power that the common people hide From the pyramid on the dollar to the stars up in the sky It's a calculated system that the naked eye denies. Fact is, they're in control, not the puppets, the marionettes, but their masters. [singer B] He tapped the silver tassel on the side of his beret Said 'The truth is hiding in the light of ordinary day' I walked out of the train with the heavy golden weight Knowing that the Pale Horse is already at the gate.