THE FANCY DOLLS Factory Of Death

I m walking through the gate into the factory of death As just one of many thousand nameless working slaves here I lost my identity, I m just a number now Like all the striped uniformed skeleton s crowd I m in the factory of death (4x) Walls of barbed wire and watchtowers around No chance to hide, no chance to run away For those who can t work, those who are weak and tired Crematories are burning around day and night