RUN from Those who Censor - Real Liberty Media dot XYZ

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[0:00 – 0:20] Intro (Spoken word, gritty tone over eerie beat)

Where America went, is a tale untold,
Chemical epigenetics, scripts bought and sold,
Neuroprosthesis built to override your will,
But we’re fearlessly independent, fightin’ uphill.

[0:21 – 0:52] Verse 1

YouTube, Trovo, Facebook—control the game,
X-Twitter, Rumble? Just the same name.
Google sells your soul in a pixel disguise,
Apple’s bitten fruit feeds government spies.
Meta’s web woven tight, lies on tap,
Feeding fear through every screen and app.

[0:53 – 1:13] Hook / Chorus

🎤 Watch your mouth, remember who you talkin’ to,
These platforms profit every lie they feed to you,
Behind The Woodshed, truth stays alive,
Where kings fall, and rebels survive.

[1:14 – 1:44] Verse 2

U.S. gold swindles, banks rule the floor,
Next level piece-takers, always want more.
Operation Global Banker, silent war begun,
Takin’ freedom one byte, one click, one gun.
They claim national emergency, fear as bait,
While liberty bleeds behind a shadowgate.

[1:45 – 2:06] Bridge (Slight tempo drop)

Let Hal explain the Dose of Reality daily,
Outside your thought-scripted brainbox, plainly.
Know who’s stealing what’s yours, who lies,
Know the ones making you poor in disguise.

[2:07 – 2:27] Chorus Repeat (Stronger delivery)

🎤 Watch your mouth, remember who you talkin’ to,
YouTube, Trovo, they silence you,
Behind The Woodshed, where rebels ignite,
Only truth cuts through the night.

[2:28 – 2:57] Verse 3

Monarchy Child, born to control,
Scripts your future, auctions your soul.
Donate a dollar or more, become a light,
A content provider in the freedom fight.
On PeerTube’s rails, decentralized flame,
Break the algorithm, reject the shame.

[2:58 – 3:18] Outro Verse / Final Call

Leave the narrative behind, step in bold,
Reality’s raw, uncut, uncontrolled.
Join the platforms where truth’s not banned,
This is your voice, your line in the sand.

[3:19 – 3:28] Final Whisper (Fading echo)

Get you behind the woodshed... now.

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[0:00 – 0:20] Intro (Spoken word, gritty tone over eerie beat) Where America went, is a tale untold, Chemical epigenetics, scripts bought and sold, Neuroprosthesis built to override your will, But we’re fearlessly independent, fightin’ uphill. [0:21 – 0:52] Verse 1 YouTube, Trovo, Facebook—control the game, X-Twitter, Rumble? Just the same name. Google sells your soul in a pixel disguise, Apple’s bitten fruit feeds government spies. Meta’s web woven tight, lies on tap, Feeding fear through every screen and app. [0:53 – 1:13] Hook / Chorus 🎤 Watch your mouth, remember who you talkin’ to, These platforms profit every lie they feed to you, Behind The Woodshed, truth stays alive, Where kings fall, and rebels survive. [1:14 – 1:44] Verse 2 U.S. gold swindles, banks rule the floor, Next level piece-takers, always want more. Operation Global Banker, silent war begun, Takin’ freedom one byte, one click, one gun. They claim national emergency, fear as bait, While liberty bleeds behind a shadowgate. [1:45 – 2:06] Bridge (Slight tempo drop) Let Hal explain the Dose of Reality daily, Outside your thought-scripted brainbox, plainly. Know who’s stealing what’s yours, who lies, Know the ones making you poor in disguise. [2:07 – 2:27] Chorus Repeat (Stronger delivery) 🎤 Watch your mouth, remember who you talkin’ to, YouTube, Trovo, they silence you, Behind The Woodshed, where rebels ignite, Only truth cuts through the night. [2:28 – 2:57] Verse 3 Monarchy Child, born to control, Scripts your future, auctions your soul. Donate a dollar or more, become a light, A content provider in the freedom fight. On PeerTube’s rails, decentralized flame, Break the algorithm, reject the shame. [2:58 – 3:18] Outro Verse / Final Call Leave the narrative behind, step in bold, Reality’s raw, uncut, uncontrolled. Join the platforms where truth’s not banned, This is your voice, your line in the sand. [3:19 – 3:28] Final Whisper (Fading echo) Get you behind the woodshed... now.

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