This is the fucking fist.
This is our outlet of anger, our escape from the routine.
This is our reason to breathe,
the embodiment of a dream.
Revolt on all your senses.
Exclude all which makes numb.
The revolution of music, dressed in a grindcore coat.
Let go of all the masses,
the stress of mass consumption.
The personal revolution, we're all here for the same cause.
Subculture of a defunct world,
alternative to the routine imposed.
This is the fucking fist.
This is our outlet of anger, our escape from the routine.
This is our reason to breathe,
the embodiment of a dream
Revolt on all your senses.
Exclude all which makes dumb.
The revolution of music, dressed in a personal coat.
Let go of all the masses,
the stress of mass consumption.
The musical revolution, we're all here for the same cause.


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The Fist of the Leng Tch'e song meanings
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