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Submarine Gang Psychological Warfare
En Garde! / Sludge Funk
Mining the source for gemstones
Terracotta plant pot repair ship
With bare shit we homeward
Blowing up the solar system

[Legion]
Yo
With the mind of person, I’ll give it mind
Even as the skies burn, I will try
This shit’s uncertain as life
But I would prefer to decide how I live
In a world that submits to its kind
You’ve seen the signs, you see;
You see society “the way it is"
The way you think, it’s basically
The stake you pay to live,
And we're paying majorly
The cost is engineered but never built to save us
Is it we ain't reached a state of independence
Living aimlessly

[Dro-P]
Présents
Sur le banc rassis des accusés
Entrisme en réunion, circonstances aggravés
L'esprit perd la partie,
Connexions neuronales figées
Entre 4 murs d’une prison cérébrale.
Et messieurs dames les jurés repartent avec
L’écume apoplectique d’un tube cathodique
Ou d’une platitude moderne
Icône d’un entubage méthodique
Une clique de mains tendues tirant les fils
And killing up the whole thing

[Arch Stanton, Dro-P & Legion]
Psychological Warfare
Cerveaux en rangs serrés prêts à ramper par terre
Brains in a row, ready to crawl on soil,
Torn lungs exhale gun smoke
La goutte au nez, époumonée,
La foule scande d’une voix rauque :
“Yo, to the industry I’m joke!”
Too doped to move, true thou
There’s something in the water H2O:
De l’absinthe pour l’absence et du fluor pour les os
Choose between “dream rules” and routine
Suivre les rêves ou la routine
My dream routine
Très bien, I will fight to the death, mon ami
L’ami de mon ami n’est-il jamais mon ennemi ?
0 0 1 2 sides to the story, but still you choose a side,
Choose fluoride
Memento Mori
Choose a calcified pineal gland, choose life
La vida for a wife,
Dulce et Decorum est Pro Patria Mori
Surely guts and glory are wasted in this light
It’s that same old story
Toride pluie acide plongeant l’esprit dans la folie
Psychological Warfare
Cerveaux en rangs serrés prêts à ramper par terre…

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[Legion]
Meditate
Dwellin in the cell
Lars Ulrich compelled to play drums
Oh hell
Now its codex
The datum, The eon, This bygone
Pro see jah
I see god in nostalgic visions
My rough style is written
With ridiculous ink wells
In my system
Living abbreviation
With similar appreciation
For details
Delic details
Said:
Sir, should we arm the raygun?
- Yes son
As I wave,
Hop the pavement like Rayman
It’s radiant
Acid rain basins
Spaceships
Paro from the aspartame taste
Stay frozier than razor blades
Cruising the domain of space
Infinite dimensions
Save for grace
Schism
You see; when I see an alien I freeze
That’s the part of me that knows
That the ether is a clone of our being
It’s composed from the energy that grows
And you’ve seen it
The cause and effect
We day trippin’

[Dro-P]
We are weeping souls amidst the battlefield
Spiritmongers, experts en guerre éclair
Trafiquant l’invisible sur la corde raide
Psychological Warhead
Boisterous brain dead made,
Branded and badged
Sales épaves mises en cage qu’on déprave et qui plaident :
Coupable !
Leaking fluoride…
Batailles navales sans escale
Sous les flots d’une glande pinéale :
Guerre de bâtiments
No more vessels geezer,
But only rats and flaques and that’s
How we’re fighting in the depth of a submarine warfare
Unfair, Third eye
Servi en classe affaires
Hexafluorure en guise d’inhibiteur,
Inverser la vapeur,
Voir le vent s’ouvrir
La mort souffrir
Les languissants soupirs
Des éternels absents
Au gibet, exempts de pendaison
Qui auraient toujours tort,
Mais auraient tort avec raison !

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