Mark of the Machine by Hard R Cafe

Lyrics: In the shadow of Silicon spires, where data rivers flow,
A man named Peter Thiel plants seeds that only insiders know.
Palantir, the watchful eye, with tentacles of code,
Gathers every breath and byte along the global road. It peers through fog of war and peace, through markets, lives, and lies,
A digital panopticon beneath impartial skies.
“No purchase, job, or travel pass without its silent scan,”
The beast of Revelation stirs—its number in the plan. Six-six-six in circuits hums, embedded in the grid,
Where algorithms play the role that ancient prophets bid.
The image of the beast awakens, glowing on your screen,
It knows your thoughts before you think, your future unforeseen. Thiel speaks of immortals’ quest, of secrets locked in blood,
While Palantir builds the ledger where every soul is judged.
Contracts with the highest halls, from Langley to the throne,
A one-world tracking system rising, cold as polished stone. Will the mark be in your hand, or scanned upon your face?
A neural link, a crypto seal, enforcing its embrace?
No man may buy or sell unless he bears the glowing brand,
And freedom fades in server farms across the fruited land. Yet in this rhyme of warning, a question lingers still—
Is it prophecy unfolding, or just another thrill?
Peter’s vision, dark and grand, may build the cage with care,
But hearts that seek the narrow gate need never enter there.