Who is next, who is on the death pole
Who has their heart as hot as coal
How much I'm I worth being killed or sold
Who is the benefactor, does he give out lots of gold?
what have we done to offend, for we are innocent
Most of our life has been private or ruled, many say we are decent
We die one by one till there is none
There is only a few left, what is done has been done
You speak, echoes of your voice are all we hear
You try to stand strong and growl like a bear
We fight back and show them we care