All the power in one hand  
The hand not of God but of a man, a fellow man  
ultimate power is their aim    
Rootless they are , destroy all in the way  to get their went

Freedom of speech, freedom of press, freedom of assemble  
All right and freedom in smokes, there are bugs that are crashed under they feet    
the people have no say but to sit and suffer
                                                                                                                                        
They rule with an iron fist      
holding on to power with all they have  
whatever the cost, even of blood
  if raised up against, they **** they torcher  
                                                                                                                      
Fear and persecution is their ultimate instrument  
the populations dare not speak  
for fear of death and endless  pain  
"rat and cockroaches" are the people under their feet    
                                                                                                                                    
There is job is corruption, there are married to corruption  
Rat they are to them in blackness of knowledge  and hiding in holes
taking all their can and giving noting back .
                                                                                                                                                                                                          
Though the sun going up and down                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Revolutionary cloud hang in the sky ready to let down it rain  
the people shall rise to rebel to be suppressed no more.