Red Sector A
All that we can do is just surviveAll that we can do to help ourselves is stay alive
Ragged lines of ragged greySkeletons, they shuffle awayShouting guards and smoking gunsWill cut down the unlucky ones
I clutch the wire fence until my fingers bleedA wound that will not healA heart that cannot feelHoping that the horror will recedeHoping that tomorrow we'll all be freed
Sickness to insanityPrayer to profanityDays and weeks and months go byDon't feel the hungerToo weak to cry
I hear the sound of gunfire at the prison gateAre the liberators here?Do I hope or do I fear?For my father and my brother, it's too lateBut I must help my mother stand up straight
Are we the last ones left alive?Are we the only human beings to survive?