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 f*****g flesh to the bone