It's cold outside
and the driver's late
we're pushed into
a narrow cage
some beaten, some wounded
when they lock the gates

I hear some whining
in a stench of fear
some are brave
no rescue's near
some know, some heard before
noone here gets out alive

tonight we're fine
we stand in line
we're still alive
'cause we're too green
they start the engine
I'm the next in line

morning comes
like a hungry dog
I want to scream
but I can't breathe
they leave no witness
in the killing machine

naked and cold
wash away my blood
hang me head down
rip off my skin
cut out my bones
wrap it up in a plastic bag

still hungry?
noone here gets out alive