[Title: The Puppets of the Power - Marianne, Part 3]

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[Verse 1]
They built the wooden ships of war, they raised the canvas high,
To carry the collective ghost beneath a foreign sky.
They told the settlers on the coast that sisterhood was near,
To bridge the wide Atlantic deep with structural frontier.
The politicians in New York opened up their heavy hall,
To frame her picture in their codes beneath the shadow of the wall.
They didn't care about the souls who worked the honest soil,
They only wanted folders made to regulate the toil.

[Verse 2]
The local wealthy merchants and the lawyers of the state,
Welcomed the French design inside their manufactured gate.
They merged the banks of Paris with the new federal grid,
Enforcing corporate routines to hide what the masters did.
They used her name as currency, an international play,
To take the independent laws of local lands away.
The new republic was a stage where unsworn men would sign,
Exchanging true and living grace for an official line.

[Verse 3]
She stood inside their ledger books, a tool of their decree,
A beautiful mechanical mask of pseudo-liberty.
No automated signature could feel the quiet strain,
Of how they used a ghost of stone to camouflage the chain.
They wanted all the youth to march directly in their net,
Catching the sovereign public square in generational debt.
But the layout of their joint venture is burning in the sun,
As the independent children see how the puppet show was run!

[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 treaties made in secret rooms will crumble into dust,
The manufactured power grids will always break and rust.
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 - Marianne, Part 3] [Verse 1] They built the wooden ships of war, they raised the canvas high, To carry the collective ghost beneath a foreign sky. They told the settlers on the coast that sisterhood was near, To bridge the wide Atlantic deep with structural frontier. The politicians in New York opened up their heavy hall, To frame her picture in their codes beneath the shadow of the wall. They didn't care about the souls who worked the honest soil, They only wanted folders made to regulate the toil. [Verse 2] The local wealthy merchants and the lawyers of the state, Welcomed the French design inside their manufactured gate. They merged the banks of Paris with the new federal grid, Enforcing corporate routines to hide what the masters did. They used her name as currency, an international play, To take the independent laws of local lands away. The new republic was a stage where unsworn men would sign, Exchanging true and living grace for an official line. [Verse 3] She stood inside their ledger books, a tool of their decree, A beautiful mechanical mask of pseudo-liberty. No automated signature could feel the quiet strain, Of how they used a ghost of stone to camouflage the chain. They wanted all the youth to march directly in their net, Catching the sovereign public square in generational debt. But the layout of their joint venture is burning in the sun, As the independent children see how the puppet show was run! [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 treaties made in secret rooms will crumble into dust, The manufactured power grids will always break and rust. 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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