They sit on golden chairs, pretending they’re wise Hands stained with riches, mouths full of lies Sweet promises they spread, sugar-coated poison The people silenced, their rights left broken Puppets on the throne, it’s all for their gain They drain our blood and sweat, for their palaces of shame Puppets on the throne, a script soaked in sin We’re sick of their charade, it’s time to rise and win The streets are filled with cries, voices they suppress Our pens become our weapons, against bullets of distress They call this democracy, yet our hands are tied A regime built on corruption, with conscience denied Puppets on the throne, it’s all for their gain They drain our blood and sweat, for their palaces of shame Puppets on the throne, a script soaked in sin We’re sick of their charade, it’s time to rise and win This isn’t the time to bow, it’s a call to rebellion For the ones oppressed, let’s ignite revolution Enough of the tyranny, enough of their betrayal The power lies within us, our strength is fatal Puppets on the throne, we’re tearing them down Their kingdom of lies will crumble to the ground Puppets on the throne, your time’s running out The people are rising, hear our voices shout!