Rush

All that we can do is just survive
All that we can do to help ourselves is stay alive...
Ragged lines of ragged grey
Skeletons, they shuffle away
Shouting guards and smoking guns
Will cut down the unlucky ones
I clutch the wire fence until my fingers bleed
A wound that will not heal -- a hear that cannot feel --
Hoping that the horror will recede
Hoping that tomorrow, we'll all be freed