Why can't we see it Take back your freedom Take it back, take it back They're trying to make a slave of you No one will list it down it's true You should pick the words Dividing your reason Full use of power Of the damnation

This is my last serenade This revelation is the death of ignorance Tangled in a state of suffocation Slave to self righteousness Damnation is on your lips From sorrow to serenity, the truth is absolution, From sorrow to serenity, its on your head I feel

This is my last serenade This revelation is the death of ignorance Tangled in a state of suffocation Slave to self righteousness Damnation is on your lips From sorrow to serenity, the truth is absolution, From sorrow to serenity, its on your head I feel

When the devil's angels come To take your life and lead you To the flames beneath Your headstone reads now Here lies the dead who was Hung by his head beneath us They're laying in their graves Damnation free for all A jester of sorts you stand holding

The man oppressed will seem to do the worst But with all he possesses self preservation comes first His damnation comes not from burning free As destruction of the poor is their poverty, is their poverty While oppression is the poor man's choice Ah, but

I'd rather be dangerous As God as my witness I will never be voiceless My weapon of choice is I won't be left defenseless And I, I won't be, I won't be The silent damnation I'd rather be dangerous (dangerous)