“Of course a social relation can’t be changed with a bomb, it takes more than dynamite to get folks to respond, of course tomorrow morning there for if all systems collapsed, we’d divide ourselves again in lines of gender, race and class. But tonight I don’t care if we were at the head of a million hearts, unless we ripped them from our chests and start throwing them at cars, cuz tonight it’s not enough to sympathize in our beds, they count everybody who doesn’t rise up as a win, lying in bed we dream of a thousand revolutionary plots, were fucking petrified to use the bit of power we’ve got, it’s not to say it’s not important to build and organize, but all talk and no act is just is just reaction in disguise. So some of us are gonna wait another thousand years, for the world to lose their crutches and to swallow their fears, because complacency is guilt and response is overdue, Johnny the movement needs your heart but it needs your body too. “
I think this song is called bombs and bleeding hearts.
The next verse begins "In a little piece of each of us, inside is a cop, we try to fuck each other over just to rise to the top."
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