Countless masses struggle to survive
In the ruins forgotten
Nameless faces fill up the body count
Abandoned children
The street seems deserted
Around the corner, gun fire a desperate cry
Rebellions still urged to fight
For their belief they will die
Heavy noise fills up the silence
Tanks rolling in, machineguns
Machineguns fill up my dream
Police open fire a massacre is born
The barricades all broken
Tanks rolling on
Blood stains the square
Heavily armed forces, execution held
Infant children brought to this world
Children, mothers, fathers all scattered, Death
Down the street a mob has gathered armed with
Knifes and chains, A victim is found
His head repetitively kicked at
A sound of chains ripping flesh
No longer identifiable by his face
Deep cut in his back, flowing blood
Pulse zero
Countless masses struggle to survive
In the ruins forgotten
Nameless faces fill up the body count
Abandoned children

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