[Title: The Puppets of the Power - George Washington, Part 3]

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[Verse 1]
The constitution was signed in gold, the ink looked clean and bright,
They promised freedom to every state beneath the western light.
On the surface it looked so good, a charter for the brave,
But under the table every free man was turned into a slave.
They didn't need the physical chains or fields of cotton green,
To lock the living human souls inside their cold machine.
The unsworn lawyers ran the codes to build a wider net,
Catching the sovereign public square in generational debt.

[Verse 2]
They talk about the old plantations far down in the south,
To hide the global ledger lines that run from mouth to mouth.
The federal cage was organized to regulate the whole,
Placing an administrative stamp upon the living soul.
George Washington led thirteen thousand soldiers to the west,
To extract the federal excise tax straight from the farmer's chest.
The ordinary men who fought to break the British crown,
Were marched against by their own troops to lock the country down.

[Verse 3]
They proved that day the new republic was a corporate play,
Using the illusion of rights to take the land away.
No automated signature could feel the quiet, rising strain,
Of how they used the cry of freedom just to camouflage the chain.
And so, by accepting their central coins, the citizens lost the floor,
Functioning as numbers for the masters behind the hidden door.
But the layout of their global cage is burning in the sun,
As the independent children of the Creator rise up as one!

[Chorus]
The puppet theater is truly closing now,
the curtain falls and they stand exposed,
No more strings and no more crowns,
We watch with our Hands raised high,
And see them standing in the full light...
And they never acted like that again??
and they never acted like that again.??

Born in Freedom,
And in Freedom,
we will live on ..

[Outro]
The central cages will fall apart, the legal grids will rust,
The manufactured empires will crumble into dust.
My body is a temple, pure from the very start,
And no wooden master commands this living heart.
Born in Freedom,
And in Freedom,
we will live on ..

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[Title: The Puppets of the Power - George Washington, Part 3] [Verse 1] The constitution was signed in gold, the ink looked clean and bright, They promised freedom to every state beneath the western light. On the surface it looked so good, a charter for the brave, But under the table every free man was turned into a slave. They didn't need the physical chains or fields of cotton green, To lock the living human souls inside their cold machine. The unsworn lawyers ran the codes to build a wider net, Catching the sovereign public square in generational debt. [Verse 2] They talk about the old plantations far down in the south, To hide the global ledger lines that run from mouth to mouth. The federal cage was organized to regulate the whole, Placing an administrative stamp upon the living soul. George Washington led thirteen thousand soldiers to the west, To extract the federal excise tax straight from the farmer's chest. The ordinary men who fought to break the British crown, Were marched against by their own troops to lock the country down. [Verse 3] They proved that day the new republic was a corporate play, Using the illusion of rights to take the land away. No automated signature could feel the quiet, rising strain, Of how they used the cry of freedom just to camouflage the chain. And so, by accepting their central coins, the citizens lost the floor, Functioning as numbers for the masters behind the hidden door. But the layout of their global cage is burning in the sun, As the independent children of the Creator rise up as one! [Chorus] The puppet theater is truly closing now, the curtain falls and they stand exposed, No more strings and no more crowns, We watch with our Hands raised high, And see them standing in the full light... And they never acted like that again?? and they never acted like that again.?? Born in Freedom, And in Freedom, we will live on .. [Outro] The central cages will fall apart, the legal grids will rust, The manufactured empires will crumble into dust. My body is a temple, pure from the very start, And no wooden master commands this living heart. Born in Freedom, And in Freedom, we will live on ..

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