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Dont kneel in the sand, defend your land
The kiss of racism is touching your head
Im not god, im a political man
A leader, a lawyer against tyranny
Were raising our hands against execution
Were heading out for silent revolution
Were trying to resist bloody persecution
Were crying out for silent revolution
Silent revolution
Silent revolution
Silent revolution
Silent revolution
Spoken: what difference does it make
To the dead, the orphans, and the homeless
Whether the mad destruction is wrought
Under the name of totalitarianism
Or the holy name of liberty and democracy
And for that i had to died ???