كلمات The Red Smell

Chained to a world of suppression Embraced by the red perfume The wretched stench of humiliation Our own filth consumed Housed in barracks built for kettle Stripped for all forms of dignity Building a path for our own elimination Deprived of all but misery Panzer discipline to keep us in line Constant treachery to survive Envious of those who has been granted a merciful death Hopefully we can soon walk in their steps The survival instinct a cursed function Death a bittersweet dream Living for the sake of living Hell doesn't longer seem at all frightening