Dedicated to all the lost Souls from the holocaust.
numbered tombstones all in a row
Lost souls wander around with not a place to go
They need some kind of full fillment, some kind of sign
To save them from their tortured bind.
There a scenes that continue to play from the past
Some of them on the ground you stand on
These are where the souls forever last
The torture they endured
Not ever could be compared
To anything now a days,
Imagine it, whipped until you didn't even have skin
There was nothing but flesh left to bare.
Let up these souls
Let up the Torture
How much longer do they have to relive the past?
How much longer does this pain last?
Once your traumatized it's hard to leave it behind.
Once it happens you can't forget
the memories are stained in your mind.
Who the hell is this sick freak!?
Adolf Hitler, your nothing but weak!
Picking on some one who you barley know is so sick!
Hiding something behind the agony of others.
Some people knew this by wit.
Numbered Tomb stones all in a row
Lost souls wander no place to go
Finally they rest, the torture is over
No more pain, it's all in the past.
But once traumatized it's hard to leave behind
So now their stained a mark forever in their hearts and
