Silver skulls by God Forsaken
Do you remember all the faces, bodies behind the barbwire.
Do they appaer in your dreams, can you hear their screams?
Silver skulls shining bright, as the flames climb higher.
Silver skulls shining bright, more are thrown into the fire.
Ever come to your mind, that you're killing your own kind.
For pleasure or under preasure, you can see, you ain't blind.
Like the everpresent smell, you're there at the entrance.
Smiling and wishing well, as they walk gy like in a trance