All that we can do is just survive 
All that we can do to help ourselves is stay alive... 

Ragged lines of ragged grey 
Skeletons, they shuffle away 
Shouting guards and smoking guns 
Will cut down the unlucky ones 

I clutch the wire fence until my fingers bleed 
A wound that will not heal -- a heart that cannot feel -- 
Hoping that the horror will recede 
Hoping that tomorrow, we'll all be freed 

Sickness to insanity 
Prayer to profanity 
Days and weeks and months go by 
Don't feel the hunger -- too weak to cry 

I hear the sound of gunfire at the prison gate 
Are the liberators here -- do I hope or do I fear? 
For my father and my brother, it's too late 
But I must help my mother stand up straight... 

Are we the last ones left alive? 
Are we the only human beings to survive?...

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