Senseless slaughter blood soaked memory Numbing patrons of Hell blind faith segregated by hate Tortured beyond recognition School yards with barwire fences Incomassing all who oppose To admit to the truth or accept the lie To be shown all the ways you can die
Festering rodents crawl through the bodies Left in the compond to rot The stench of the carnage is a constant reminder Of the suckening evil at large
Prayers for a savior Are prayers gone unanswered No end to the madness in sight
Condemned raise their voices To the tormentors To sing "Die gedanken sind frie"
The living are dying The lucky are dead Racial subtraction under a flag of Black, white and red
Born at the wrong time Born in the wrong place Serving only to die
Not of the right blood Not of the right race Heartless monsters destroy
Thousand of lives No mercy is shown Hideous memories lie dormant
Like rats in a cage No one to be saved Echoes of screams from the graveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
