4arm - The Oppressed

we come with vengence
recriminations certain
for the blood that's on your hands
the lives you've ruined
to justify your malice
though you would call it peace
i speak the truth when i say you lie
your ways are full of death
now brace yourself
the oppressed will end your tyranny

i'll tear away at your self indulgance
and expose your needs
eradicate your abuse of power
and make sure it bleeds
a new beginning
a systamatic ending
the kind that builds new dreams
a revelation
scorned of our indignation
ripped apart it would seem
we can win if we choose to fight
the future's in our hands
so break the silence
break the chains that bind in slavery

i'll tear away at your self indulgance
and expose your needs
eradicate your abuse of power
and make sure it bleeds