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