[Title: The Puppets of the Power - Leonardo da Vinci, Part 4]

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[Verse 1]
They tell you there is conflict between the left and the right,
They stage a feud between the thrones to keep you in the night.
The president, the sovereign king, the miter in Rome's hall,
Are just identical faces on the same systemic wall.
Beneath the polished tables where the secret pacts are made,
They operate the database and trade the legal blade.
It is a single syndicate that manages the sphere,
Using the illusion of choice to rule the world through fear.

[Verse 2]
And so, by accepting their coins, the genius lost his layout grand,
Becoming a puppet for the puppeteers across the global land.
He thought he served a patron who appreciated grace,
But he was trapped inside the grid of the faceless masters' race.
They use the free creation to manipulate the mass,
Turning the living children into numbers made of glass.
But the matrix of the puppeteer is cracking at the core,
As the sovereign living beings step out upon the floor!

[Verse 3]
The folders of their joint venture are burning in the sun,
The layout of their global cage is finally undone.
No unsworn leader, no autopen, no generational deceit,
Can stop the independent souls who gather on the street.
We drop their credits and their gold, we recognize the trap,
And with our own organic hands we burn their power map.
The strings are cut forevermore, the ancient contract dies,
As the glory of the true Creator fills the open skies!

[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 entire puppet theater collapses in the light,
The true and organic justice is stepping into sight.
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 - Leonardo da Vinci, Part 4] [Verse 1] They tell you there is conflict between the left and the right, They stage a feud between the thrones to keep you in the night. The president, the sovereign king, the miter in Rome's hall, Are just identical faces on the same systemic wall. Beneath the polished tables where the secret pacts are made, They operate the database and trade the legal blade. It is a single syndicate that manages the sphere, Using the illusion of choice to rule the world through fear. [Verse 2] And so, by accepting their coins, the genius lost his layout grand, Becoming a puppet for the puppeteers across the global land. He thought he served a patron who appreciated grace, But he was trapped inside the grid of the faceless masters' race. They use the free creation to manipulate the mass, Turning the living children into numbers made of glass. But the matrix of the puppeteer is cracking at the core, As the sovereign living beings step out upon the floor! [Verse 3] The folders of their joint venture are burning in the sun, The layout of their global cage is finally undone. No unsworn leader, no autopen, no generational deceit, Can stop the independent souls who gather on the street. We drop their credits and their gold, we recognize the trap, And with our own organic hands we burn their power map. The strings are cut forevermore, the ancient contract dies, As the glory of the true Creator fills the open skies! [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 entire puppet theater collapses in the light, The true and organic justice is stepping into sight. 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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