The Psycho Realm

The Psycho Realm - Show Of Force lyrics

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We exert power with metal showers at all hours 

While they devour with mental prowess and kill ours 

Show of force for harm it's main source 

We divorce our current leaders with no remorse 

Crash course position the miniature plastic soldiers 

Onto the carefully drafted, disastered dirt war 

What is it for we hurt your group 

And every troop that's with me will work toward 

Damaging your central areas with eventual pain 

The rain is repeated to gain essential upper hand 

Needed to stump the plan we land 

My artillery shoots when let loose shoots and 

My bullets rams piercing the skin of other men 

In battle we rattle the shadow of death no win 

Thin chance if you're trying to survive the grim dance 

When the bomb lands your odds for death and enhanced 

Soldiers stance warriors tranced with drug spells 

We advance through burning sands in slug hells 

Chemical warfare gasmask is the savior 

Temporary relief, release from the danger 

Silence is a stranger, anger commanding demanding 

Other sides surrendering to the strangler 

Show of force we cross and aim higher 

Knock'em down then we cease fire 

  

Take time to consider the bitter sweet no glitter 

Or glamour the hammer drops in any manner 

The scanner detects the weak speak up for yours 

Any cause of revolution and evolution of law 

Draws the conclusion of people abusin' their roles 

Hold on to the controls 

Your soul's slipping into darkness 

Heartless individual start this and part this 

Connection we bought this and sought this out 

We about it - the message - 

You never re-route or doubt it 

People might even shout it louder to gain power 

For many frustrated for truth and knowledge of self 

Wealth plays the back shelf 

What's delt, you melt 

To false livin' and misgiven and misguided 

Paths you take to make bread, break bread 

While others are tryin' to stay fed 

Where you head at 

Can't believe I said that 

But it's a dead fact 

You can't run from reality homie 

Judge me but you don't know me 

Only the lonely can lay claim the same 

Go out to the people sleepin' 

You better wake up 

Take up the whole make up 

Insert the data a matter of fact 

Scatter the chatter of every lop 

Who gather in flocks batter up 

The game's on, put your frames on 

Look at the names on the wall 

Suckas are ready to fall 

  

In the war story 

We find glory with blind fury 

Hurry up let out the power without jury 

Blurry eyes fire the weapons 

And act purely out of survival 

Rather be free or get buried 

Symphonies soundtrack the march of those daring 

Walking through the firing ranges with guns glaring 

Injustice scaring the masses to stop caring 

Tell us apart by the masks that we're wearing 

Show of force
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Language: English

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