THE MASSACRE 


Heavy street fighting
Been going on for days
Makeshift graves outside city limits
Filled with bodies of slaughtered people
Men women childeren all dead

 The massacre - why
 The massacre - why
 
Eight month foetus
Sticking on a bayonet
Motherīs just a piece of dead meat

 The massacre - why
 The massacre - why
 
You murdered me with rope
You murdered me with guns too
You massacred whole families
And laughed throughout their pain

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