The Oppressed کے بول

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