Baixar Mais Tocadas: Red Sector A

All that we can do is just surviveAll that we can do to help ourselvesIs stay alive…Ragged lines of ragged greySkeletons, they shuffle awayShouting guards and smoking gunsWill cut down the unlucky onesI clutch the wire fenceUntil my fingers bleedA wound that will not heal-A heart that cannot feel-Hoping that the horror will recedeHoping that tomorrow-We’ll all be freedSickness to insanityPrayer to profanityDays and weeks and months go byDon’t feel the hunger-too weak to cryI hear the sound of gunfireAt the prison gateAre the liberators here-Do I hope or do I fear?For my father and my brother-it’s too lateBut I must help my motherStand up straight…Are we the last ones left alive?Are we the only human beingsTo survive?…