108 lyrics : "Weapon"
This is the fire of the final rebellion
Politics, that ain’t gonna solve this
Sociologist, your plan is useless
Without the heart being changed
You won’t do nothing but re-arrange
The dearanged situation
Of human exploitation
And that is why I imply.
This is the weapon of the real revolution
Unlock the coils
The clamped around your spiritual frame
By crying out the holyname
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