[Title: The CIA Chronicles - Part 8: The Shadow Bank Clearing]

[Title: The CIA Chronicles - Part 8: The Shadow Bank Clearing] [Date: 1970-1973] [Style: Serious Up-tempo Gypsy Jazz with Driving Rhythmic Cadence] [Verse 1] Inside the Sydney office lines, behind a heavy screen, The trust directors papered down the fast accounting scene. The Michael Hand executives signed the clearing sheet, To lock the offshore formulas and structure the deceit. The state administrators watched the ledgers from the floor, To guide the dark extraction lines inside the weapon door. The Vatican, the Bank, the Crown worked synchronously as one, To run the major laundry net before the race was won! [Verse 2] The international merchants and the managers of the square, Calculated the private funding streams 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 Frank Nugan coordinators planned the secret net, That used the shadow clearing loops just to draw the ledger and collect! [Verse 3] They targeted the public trust inside the currency pen, To shield the wealth of rulers and the shadow-ruling men. The managers of checkpoint logs controlled the central press, To hide the massive transfer 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 .. [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 ..