Perpetrators crowned
And control given
By grace of orders survive
By the orders die
The persecutors had in time
Made us all give in
Defiled and made us lie
No refuge. No shrines
Grit is death
Life is
Life is throwaway
Decay
Degraded, distorted and flayed
To a pawn for the power play
The camps are but a chain of distress
Secluded, it's either ache or repress
Not by mistake but by design
There is no life, survive or die
A single death is a tragedy; a million a statistic
We're suffering a travesty, directed by sadistic
Executioners and slayers, we're numbers to them
Death solves all problems – no man, no problem
