Before The War

I stood still taking beatings from my past
With my mouth shut.
These nightmares amassed
mark my soul right before it's cut.

I cant take it anymore!
What is this oppression for?
And if I stay
I cant run away.
I hid my feelings for many years
I wont let our woes fall on deaf ears.
A war is coming...

The blood of innocents stains your hands.
Many obeyed your insensitive commands,
everyone paid the price
of what your actions did entice.

I cant take it anymore!
What is this oppression for?
And if I stay
I cant run away.
I hid my feelings for many years
I wont let our woes fall on deaf ears.
A war is coming...