[Title: The Puppets of the Power - George Washington, Part 2]

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[Verse 1]
The treaty was signed in Paris, the old muskets were put away,
The local rulers shook hands to start their new financial day.
They told the public the struggle was won, the continent was free,
But behind the closed oak doors they drafted a new decree.
The wealthy merchants and lawyers gathered in Philadelphia's hall,
To write the rules of a central trap beneath the shadow of the wall.
They didn't care about the infantry who bled out in the clay,
They only ran the numbers to take the true sovereignty away.

[Verse 2]
They built the framework of a federal cage, a heavy legal grid,
To lock the independent states and hide what the politicians did.
They created the illusion of checks, of balances, and of rights,
To keep the ordinary citizens distracted through the nights.
But under the table the new American elite would always meet,
With the old banking houses that controlled the money on the street.
The new republic was just a theater where the local lords would play,
Trading the creative spirit for the corporate power play.

[Verse 3]
They placed their unsworn officers in every customs house and port,
To register the collective wealth for their supreme federal court.
No automated signature could feel the quiet, rising strain,
Of how they used the cry of liberty just to camouflage the chain.
They wanted all the local geometry to regulate the crowd,
But the independent children of the Creator remain completely unbowed!

[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 ink is drying on their parchments, the courts will turn to dust,
The manufactured states will always crumble and will 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 - George Washington, Part 2] [Verse 1] The treaty was signed in Paris, the old muskets were put away, The local rulers shook hands to start their new financial day. They told the public the struggle was won, the continent was free, But behind the closed oak doors they drafted a new decree. The wealthy merchants and lawyers gathered in Philadelphia's hall, To write the rules of a central trap beneath the shadow of the wall. They didn't care about the infantry who bled out in the clay, They only ran the numbers to take the true sovereignty away. [Verse 2] They built the framework of a federal cage, a heavy legal grid, To lock the independent states and hide what the politicians did. They created the illusion of checks, of balances, and of rights, To keep the ordinary citizens distracted through the nights. But under the table the new American elite would always meet, With the old banking houses that controlled the money on the street. The new republic was just a theater where the local lords would play, Trading the creative spirit for the corporate power play. [Verse 3] They placed their unsworn officers in every customs house and port, To register the collective wealth for their supreme federal court. No automated signature could feel the quiet, rising strain, Of how they used the cry of liberty just to camouflage the chain. They wanted all the local geometry to regulate the crowd, But the independent children of the Creator remain completely unbowed! [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 ink is drying on their parchments, the courts will turn to dust, The manufactured states will always crumble and will 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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