Clockwork Carnage
Clin clik clak.
Ton sourire est parfait ce soir,
t'sais?
Dans la cage dorée...
keeping everything so clean...
But the paint is starting to peel.
Shattering the porcelain, catching the sovereign glow,
GO!
You built a little empire
on a quiet, desperate compromise,
Sourire de plastique
to hide the panic in your eyes.
Un rôle parfait,
you play the part so very well,
But decorating the matrix just makes it a prettier
hell! I'D RATHER BLEED IN THE DIRT
THAN RULE IN THE CAGE!
C'est la vraie souveraineté,
turning the page! Sh-sh-shining through the hypocrites,
the proxy is cast,
Un triomphe de vérité,
the mask is off at last!
WE ARE BURNING DOWN THE CAGE IN THE EVENING SUN!
THE SOVEREIGN REBELLION HAS ALREADY WON!
Dāeris, dāeris, the gilded iron bends,
Montreal shattered sunshine, where the complicity ends!
Meaw meaw meaw, pure love through the glass,
A SOVEREIGN FRANGLAIS CIPHER WATCHING SEASONS PASS!
No more
trading our voices for a seat at the
toxic table, Feminine and masculine burning down the fable...
VUV...
sweeping up the glass...
ZAN... watching the old world pass...
You can't be sovereign if you're holding the keys to someone else's
cell.
That’s the trick they play on you.
They give you a little bit of power so you forget you're
still locked inside.
C'est la fin du jeu.
Under GOAHON, nobody rules over anyone.
The masculine doesn't cage the feminine,
and the feminine doesn't cage the masculine.
We walk out the front door together.
Les cascanueces snap with a pure,
shared, ticking rhythm...
La géométrie de la vérité shatters the porcelain.
Je suis humaine. We are the family of things.
Et c'est la pure honnêteté that the freedom brings!
WE ARE BURNING DOWN THE CAGE RIGHT
INTO THE SUN!
THIS SOVEREIGN HONESTY HAS ONLY JUST BEGUN!
EVERY LITTLE PORCELAIN MASK SMASHED ON THE GROUND!
Une souveraineté pure that we finally found!
u... 396 Hz the cage
is clear. a... 528
Hz no more
hiding here. i/e... 963 Hz esprit clair,
shifting the gear. We
remain. Je brille — I shine.