[Title: The Puppets of the Power - The Unification Net, Part 1]

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[Verse 1]
Inside the springtime theater blocks, behind a velvet screen,
The trust directors papered down the cultural machine.
The leader named Bezençon rose to sign the broadcast page,
To launch the unsworn fortress and reinforce the cage.
The partner Rolf Liebermann wrote the codes upon the floor,
To substitute the native peace with modern network law.
The Vatican, the Bank, the Crown worked synchronously as one,
To run the transmission lines before the race was won!

[Verse 2]
The international merchants and the managers of the square,
Calculated the media 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 state administrators on the stage believed their words were law,
A magnificent mechanical power that the masses with terror saw.
They didn't see the layout of the triple corporate net,
That used the new entertainment just to draw the ledger and collect!

[Verse 3]
The hidden operators planned the tactical regime,
To keep the sovereign population underneath the split machine.
The managers of state accounts controlled the central press,
To camouflage the liquidation 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...

What ??  
Why do they still act like that ??
They still act like that??

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

[Outro]
The golden altars turn to 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 ..

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[Title: The Puppets of the Power - The Unification Net, Part 1] [Verse 1] Inside the springtime theater blocks, behind a velvet screen, The trust directors papered down the cultural machine. The leader named Bezençon rose to sign the broadcast page, To launch the unsworn fortress and reinforce the cage. The partner Rolf Liebermann wrote the codes upon the floor, To substitute the native peace with modern network law. The Vatican, the Bank, the Crown worked synchronously as one, To run the transmission lines before the race was won! [Verse 2] The international merchants and the managers of the square, Calculated the media 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 state administrators on the stage believed their words were law, A magnificent mechanical power that the masses with terror saw. They didn't see the layout of the triple corporate net, That used the new entertainment just to draw the ledger and collect! [Verse 3] The hidden operators planned the tactical regime, To keep the sovereign population underneath the split machine. The managers of state accounts controlled the central press, To camouflage the liquidation 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... What ?? Why do they still act like that ?? They still act like that?? Born in Freedom, And in Freedom, we will live on .. [Outro] The golden altars turn to 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 ..

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