Do you remember all the faces, bodies behind the barbwire.
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Do they appaer in your dreams, can you hear their screams?
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Silver skulls shining bright, as the flames climb higher.
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Silver skulls shining bright, more are thrown into the fire.
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Ever come to your mind, that you're killing your own kind.
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For pleasure or under preasure, you can see, you ain't blind.
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Like the everpresent smell, you're there at the entrance.
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Smiling and wishing well, as they walk gy like in a trance
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Silver Skulls
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| God Forsaken |
