Gavel & Glory

Clin clik clak. Oh,

you think you run the room,

t'sais? Le plastique craque...

les masques tombent... We

see right through the show.

Unmasking the matrix, catching the sovereign glow,

GO!

They built a high throne out of synthetic gloss,

Ils pensent qu'ils sont le king,

they think they're the boss!

Un jeu de rôles stupid in the matrix halls,

Trying to make us bow to their plastic walls!

Your plastic throne is melting in the morning sun!

C'est la vraie souveraineté that's already won!

Sh-sh-shining through the drama,

the proxy is cast,

Un triomphe théâtral, the illusion won't last!

No more bowing to the mean girls in the digital sky,

Feminine and masculine looking them straight in the eye...

VUV... melting the plastic crown...

ZAN...

turning the matrix around...

WE

MET

THE PLASTICS

AND WE MELTED THEM

DOWN! WE WEAR REAL SUNSHINE INSTEAD OF A

CROWN! Dāeris, dāeris, the synthetic bends,

Montreal theatrical sunshine, where fake status ends!

(meaw meaw meaw) Meaw meaw meaw,

pure love through the glass,

A SOVEREIGN FRANGLAIS CIPHER WATCHING SEASONS PASS!

Imagine thinking you can intimidate people who already know they're sovereign!

The whole 'plastics' routine is just fear wearing lip gloss.

C'est exactement ça!

Real power doesn't need to posturing or put anyone down.

Under GOAHON,

everybody gets a seat,

and everybody gets respect.

No VIP section required.

Les cascanueces snap with a pure,

shared rhythm... La géométrie de la vérité melts the fake scene.

Je suis humaine.

We are the family of things.

Et c'est la pure vérité that true crown brings!

(mwah) 💋👑

WE MET THE PLASTICS AND WE SHOWED THEM THE LIGHT!

THIS SOVEREIGN FREEDOM IS SHINING SO BRIGHT!

EVERY LITTLE ILLUSION MELTED IN THE SUN!

Une souveraineté

pure that has just begun!

u...

396 Hz the plastic is clear.

a...

528 Hz no performance here.

i/e...

963 Hz esprit

clair, real and near.

We remain.

Je brille —

I shine.