Helpless Souls

Brainwashed into the evil
We pretend to be their friends
Then we go and turn around
And tell them this is where it ends
I march forward to the next house
Screaming from the op of my lungs
Until every last one runs out
They are the ones to blame for the war
For every misfortune we've had
So now we load them in cattle cars
Seeing them weep makes us glad
It's long trip to the next camp
And when we throw a piece of bread in
What a sight to watch them trample
Over eachother
We unload those helpless souls out of there
And sort them by life and death
I take the ones who get to live on
And leave behind the ones with their final breath
We make them run to see how fit
Each one is and if they can make it
Watching these helpless souls die
Sometimes makes me want to cry
But I must be strong
and I must hold on
So I can make them disappear
Those helpless souls who live in fear
And who were the cause of everything destroid
That I hold close and dear