The Oppressed - 4 Arm

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