Massacre Lyrics

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
Mother's 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