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. (Help!)

High upon a pedestal
Man's mind speaking aloud
What I see, is what I hold;
Power 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
Oppressed people of this land
Convert, exist the planned way
Revolt, with blood we'll flow the end

Oppressing the masses
Could this be
Oppressing the masses
Could this happen to me

Gone year's of ten
I'm still power alive
My dominos fall on taking
Other men's pride
All for the need of power
Watch as I devour you!

This virus of my intentions, infectious
Your land my carnage forth
Obviously death results
I am the ugly face
The spreading disease
I am oppressing, raping life
I do as I please
And you pay the price
You're lost without arms to fight
If given the spine from hate
Would you cower, or rise and say

Oppressing the masses
No, not to me
Oppressing the masses
No this could never be
Oppressing the masses
To be free I would rise
Oppressing the masses
For to live contained
This mind would die!