Lined up on the road to death Victims sure to
die Trapped in lives of living hell Horror
in their minds Tyrants chose their
destiny Picked to die at birth Bunred
behind the concrete walls Their screams are
never heard
Flesh it burns and peels
away The blood boils in your veins Inhale
the smoke from burning flesh Hear the screams
of pain Vomit as you start to die Choking
on the bile Corpses hooked and dragged
away Thrown into the pile
Roasting in
the crematorium, death is slow Flames burn
your fucking flesh to the bone
Links
