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letra de march in - coherent

issues produced and solved through hegelian dialectic
behind the smoke and mirrors of alien pyrotechnics
the bombs shatter, the blood splatter like a paint drip
bandage up the damage from my vantage they ain’t say sh-t
all this spying leads to lying for the terror they supplying
pryings never gonna stop, in theory it is multiplying
truth is vying for a source but the media’s bought
let em know what’s real, that’s a tedious thought
counter m-ss intelligence prescribing p-ssive elements
agenda meets the precedence, the room is full of elephants
nearly fallen off the precipice, every law is nebulous
negligence has got me flying off my horse like pegasus
pestilence is credulous emulous of devilish
morphogenesis eugenicists – obey the eminence
f-ck that! ya boy bout to start an exodus
should’ve never messed with this, p-ssed so we
march in!

it’s time to march in x3
yo we march in x2
they better learn how to finish what they’re startin (x2)

the half-life of diction is a problem for the merriam
all the stress of cardiac is leaking out the atrium
check the chemtrails photo-ionizing barium
ask em what’s the axiom that’s lettered in their acronyms
you won’t find it, cause the trust is unwavering
sugarcoated cancer – check the aspartame in flavoring
tailor-made favoring, our digressions quavering
savoring the catering provided by our laboring
we’re f-ckin with an axis of evil who practice lethal action
steal the peoples taxes; blacklist organic factions
crosshairs effect a wider margin than the scopes perception
clairvoyance is a blessing; i see through the deception
immaculate conception out to purify infection
hear the probity when i conduct the rhythm section
disturb your recollection, forced with disconnection
from constructed misconceptions
cause race does not exist, along with extrinsic myths
fill with a bunch details that ain’t gotta do with sh-t
all i gotta do is spit and you can sift through the riff
rift out the matrix man blown off the spliff
bullsh-t, take a whiff, or give the sky a double fist
give some love, give some grit, do embrace in the split
don’t submit to oppression, the precession still persists
-ssist, out the moshpit get up and enlist so we can
march in!

chorus (x2)

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