[Title: The CIA Chronicles - Part 21: The Sovereignty Subversion Ledger]

[Title: The CIA Chronicles - Part 21: The Sovereignty Subversion Ledger] [Date: 1960-1977] [Verse 1] Inside the timeline borders from the sixty to seventy-seven zone, The trust directors papered down the fast enforcement throne. We are walking step by step through every hidden deep-set floor, To lay the raw corruption bare inside the weapon door. We look in every single layer and search inside each hidden cave, To track the forced commodity chains designed to bind the brave. The Vatican, the Bank, the Crown worked synchronously as one, To run the major control net before the race was won! [Verse 2] The international merchants and the managers of the square, Calculated the private quota funds 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. No fairy tales or arguments are tolerated on the floor, We document the hard facts and names behind the iron door! [Verse 3] They targeted the public trust inside the network pen, To keep the local population underneath the plantation machine. The managers of system logs controlled the central press, To hide the real chronology and maintain the long distress. The living witnesses today still look back at the frame, How every single government has played the lying game. Every single regime across the world enslaved the free, But the truth will rise up from the soil for everyone to see! [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 ..