Disinfected torture chamber.
A scientific abattoir.
Their death is the price of your progress.
If these walls could talk, they’d scream!
Scream! Scream!
No empathy
No dignity
Cruelty without beauty
Cruelty without beauty
Archaic rhetoric your weak defense.
Your victims have no choice, no voice.
Look in their eyes, does it still make sense?
A plastic bag their burial gown
No empathy
No dignity
Cruelty without beauty
Cruelty without beauty
A legacy of evil you preserve.
Their blood cannot be washed, cleaned.
In my eyes their brutal fate you deserve.
In your dreams you will hear them scream!
Scream! Scream! Scream!