The Massacre

Heavy street fighting Been going on for days Makeshift graves outside city limits Filled with bodies Of slaughtered people Men, women, little children ALL DEAD The Massacre, WHY?! Eight month foetus Sticking on a bayonet Mother's just a piece of meat Eight month foetus Sticking on a bayonet MOTHER IS JUST A PIECE OF DEAD MEAT! The Massacre, WHY?! You murdered me with rope You murdered me with guns too You massacred whole families And laughed throughout their pain! The Massacre, why? WHY!?