Vio-Lence

Land Of Old, This Soil I Now See Turns Grey.
Looking On, I See Crowds That Stand Against
Tyrant Guns,
Blow Them Away.
All For The Sake Of Freedom,
Look To Your Screen They're Screaming, Help.
High Upon A Pedestal, Man's Mind Speaking
Aloud.
What I See, Is What I Hold; Rower And All
That's Around.
Curfew At Dusk, And My Soldiers Litter
The Streets.
This Is For The People, No, We're Breaking,
Taking, Killing.
We Bleed From Tyrants War, Runs Red Through
Streets Of Blood.
The Freedom That We Would Seek Is Screaming
Lost Liberty.
Oppressing The Masses, Could This Be.
Oppressing The Masses, Could This Happen To Me.
Deceiving Things He Says You Might Take
As True.
One Word Believed By Him, His Strings Attach To You.
So We The People Must Unite, And Defy.
Destroy The Power, Fight This Man's Rule
Must Die,
By Our Hand.