[male vocals] Brute
boots
Oga
soldier
Dont
crush
me,
brute
boots
Dont
bruish
my
tiny
voices
We
are
just
human
rights
activists,
we
aint
thieves.
Oga
soldier
Dont
handcuff
me,
i'm
not
a
rapist,
dont
jail
me,
i'm
not
terrorist.
Dont
beat
me,
i'm
not
a
murderer.
Dont
crush
my
tiny
body
with
brute
boots
that
countless
widows
and
orphans
already.
Dont
crush
me,
i'm
just
a
preacher,
dont
silence
my
voices,
i'm
just
a
word
teacher,
i'm
not
a
convict.
Oga
tyrant!
your
brute
boots
are
stained
with
blood
of
activists,
preachers
and
saints
who
speak
against
your
tyranny.
Heavens,
help
us!
send
heaven
soldiers
to
save
us,
raise
men
strong
hearted
to
stand
shoulders
to
shoulders
and
fight
this
brute
boots
under
the
shadows,
rain
and
under
the
sun.
These
brute
boots
is
brutal,
brutish
and
bloodful.
It's
thirsty
for
blood,
it
silence
decent
voices
and
hush
good
hands
that
write.
No
one
sleeps
at
night,
No
one
visits
at
night,
No
one
talks
loud
in
the
day,
no
one
preaches
humand
rights,
every
decent
young
man
is
jailed
under
the
rocks,
men
disapper
daily.
Dont
crush
me,
brute
boots
Dont
bruish
my
tiny
voices
We
are
just
human
rights
activists,
we
aint
thieves.
Dont
handcuff
me,
i'm
not
a
rapist,
dont
jail
me,
i'm
not
terrorist.
Dont
beat
me,
i'm
not
a
murderer.
Dont
crush
my
tiny
body
with
brute
boots
that
made
countless
widows
and
orphans.
Oga
tyrant!
your
brute
boots
are
stained
with
blood
of
activists,
preachers
and
saints
who
speak
against
your
tyranny.
Heavens,
help
us!
send
heaven
soldiers
to
save
us,
raise
men
strong
hearted
to
stand
shoulders
to
shoulders
and
fight
this
brute
boots
under
the
shadows,
rain
and
under
the
sun.