I'm gonna talk about oppression
No soul should be under possession
Well, once I took freedom as a fact
Now it's my self facing the impact
The love I was trapped in was a damn cell
I was deaf not to hear the ringing bell
Oppression has many forms and drives you through many storms
It appears to you as a nice witch
Promising to make you happy and rich
Till you fall in the first ditch
Then you realize that something, yeah something stinks
Now the witch seems more cold and cruel
And you see in the mirror a romantic fool
Dreaming the day you'll wake up and you'll be the one to rule
You should go and burn, burn, burn that witch
Burn that witch
You can get off the ditch
And don't feel helplеss and drown, love
When you see a wall rising above
I know it might seem so tall
But lеt me tell you that once I heard that
Every wall can fall
The love I was trapped in was a damn cell
I was deaf not to hear the ringing bell
Oppression has many forms and drives you through many storms
It appears to you as a nice witch
Promising to make you happy and rich
Till you fall in the first ditch
Then you realize that something, yeah something stinks
Now the witch seems more cold and cruel
And you see in the mirror a romantic fool
Dreaming the day you'll wake up and you'll be the one to rule
Burn the witch