DACHAU
Like counted coffins the barracks lie side by side
Holding the dead who refuse to give up life
There is no savior for the ones herded inside
There is no escape from the warlords knife
The rod breaks bone, the fire burns flesh
Weakened lungs take in a poison breath
No names are known, only numbered skins
Dignity will not come even in death
Written on the prison gate
Promising them only one escape
Written there for all to see
Was the lie “Work Makes Freeâ€
One generation goes, one generation comes
Retracing the steps we've walked again and again
Through and through there is nothing new under the sun
We stumble and fall but keep grasping at the wind
The life we've made is really no life at all
Because our life has built an emotional cell
To protect our dreams we build intellectual walls
And slowly erode in our own private Hell
Written deep within our minds
Is the legacy of human kind
Carved inside so each can read
Is the lie “Work Makes Freeâ€
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
We hope the best, eternity or bust
We shred the shroud and run for the night
But the coffin nails are hammered too tight
What could we do to last forever?
How do we escape time's slavery?
Freedom can only come from its owner
Everything else is only vanity
Captured under Satan's spell
A blinding light wont let us see
High up on the gates of Hell
It will read "Work Makes Free"
By Chris Chalk and John Partridge
post edited by reallifer - 2005/05/21 01:05:49