[Title: The CIA Chronicles - Part 11: The Jakarta Infiltration Ledger]

[Title: The CIA Chronicles - Part 11: The Jakarta Infiltration Ledger] [Date: 1965] [Verse 1] Inside the Jakarta office lines, behind a heavy screen, The trust directors papered down the fast enforcement scene. The Helms executive directors signed the mandate sheet, To lock the international tracts and structure the deceit. The state administrators watched the flight logs from the floor, To track the forced commodity lines inside the weapon door. The Vatican, the Bank, the Crown worked synchronously as one, To run the major transport net before the race was won! [Verse 2] The international merchants and the managers of the square, Calculated the private gold assets while climbing up the stair. The house of Rothschild inside London drew the inner line, To buy the strategic property and block the light divine. The puppet barons on the stage believed their words were law, A magnificent mechanical power that the masses with terror saw. The Soeharto operators planned the secret layout net, That used the Freeport mining routes just to draw the ledger and collect! [Verse 3] They targeted the public trust inside the network pen, To keep the local population underneath the plantation machine. The managers of sector logs controlled the central press, To hide the artificial barrier charts and maintain the long distress. The living witnesses today still look back at the frame, How every single government has played the lying game. The columns marched by thousands through the dust and through the mud, While the system ran the numbers on the cost of human blood! [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... They broke their solemn duty to the crowd, But we have no masters on this sovereign land, And no wooden director commands this living hand Born in Freedom, And in Freedom, we will live on .. [Bridge] Bass man, slap that wire, Set this midnight swamp on fire! Trommels in the night, Everything is feeling right! TROMMELS! [Outro] The golden altars treat presidents with lead, the ancient crowns will rust, The manufactured empires will crumble into dust. There was no PRIDE On there side, just greed so they choose to lock their mind! God says: Your Body is MY Temple And no wooden master commands this living heart. Born in Freedom, And in Freedom, we will live on ..