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What a waste of human knowledge, there d be a need to hide
torturing and killing while there s loads more things to try
what a fucking waste of money
Another tray of corpses, a fucking waste of money
There d be a need to hide, while the guard stands bravely at the gate with guard dog by his side, there ain t no fucking truth in the inspector s files
A place of which you d never dream, a fucking waste of money
he s got his place
When his eyes are forced aside as out slides another trolley, as he walks down the death corridors
What a fucking waste of money, a place of which you d never dream
Another tray of corpses, he thinks it s rather funny because he s earning lots of money
He thinks it s rather funny because he s earning lots of money, another tray of corpses Want, when his eyes are forced aside as out slides another trolley
just another face but he s just not paid to question
As he walks down the death corridors, but it s no good asking why
animal testing to detect thalidomide
Over and over again, what a fucking waste of money
What a fucking way to die, what a fucking waste of time
what a fucking waste of time
Why because they never fucking listen, over and over again
It s a fucking waste of time, that comes from inside is never exposed to the air
why because they never fucking listen
The excruciating pain, that comes from inside is never exposed to the air
the excruciating pain
What a fucking way to die, this fucking witchcraft won t solve anything
As he walks down the death corridors, the suffering and the pain
Another tray of corpses, what a waste of human knowledge
but it s no good asking why
But it s no good asking why, when his eyes are forced aside as out slides another trolley
He covers his sighs with smiles, the suffering and the pain Way, the suffering and the pain
animal testing to detect thalidomide
Another tray of corpses, just another face but he s just not paid to question, a fucking waste of money
what a fucking waste of time
But the image hides reality and the distance kills the scream, unlabeled and unmentioned
A fucking waste of money, this fucking witchcraft won t solve anything Way, unlabeled and unmentioned
He s got his place, for it s the same experiment over and over again, there ain t no fucking truth in the inspector s files
For the building is surrounded by pastures pure and green, just another face but he s just not paid to question
the suffering and the pain
A fucking waste of money, unlabeled and unmentioned Way, unlabeled and unmentioned
Just another face but he s just not paid to question, while the guard stands bravely at the gate with guard dog by his side