| So this is war, more blood poured from the fountain
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| As I’m counting on the cold hand
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| Of those that abstain and demand
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| More ground gained from the crosses that we follow into battle
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| I swallow in the whole Earth rattle
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| It was all too real from the moment that I peeled
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| My steel cap back
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| And saw the black knife fade into first light
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| Some fat balding man had the clever insight
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| That might makes right so under infrared sight
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| We steadily advance
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| I raised from my crouched stance
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| As boards marked the time I danced through lines of dead men
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| Who’ve been forever left behind and lie with their own kind
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| But I turn my mind off, desensitizing
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| I find myself surmising on how I can plant my flag upon the horizon
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| So glory finds me and I can be
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| History’s first living soul on the beaches of Normandy
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| And slay me a thousand Germans
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| Cause revenge is burning hot as pistol shot and I can smell bodies
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| Rotting on both sides of the divide but the tide of the battle has turned
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| The good guys have returned
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| So we succeed in the beachhead but success is relative
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| Relatively high numbers of dead blood stained human remains
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| But the Nazis fled so we advance into France
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| We meet the underground resistance behind enemy lines, making good distance
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| At the insistence of our leaders
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| We follow up on every lead, even a tree can be a trap
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| But one look at the map showed the Germans were withdrawing
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| Citizens were applauding
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| As they plotted how to pay back the citizen assassins
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| We started liberating towns to the ticker-tape tirades
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| Of humans too tired to wage war anymore
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| It looked like war had but a few months left before we could all rest
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| And go home to our families
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| But then we heard rumor of a place
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| Where an entire human race was taken and laid to waste
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| A camp where crazed experiments take place
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| And rows of corpses overflowed mass graves
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| There were things to be seen and turn you to burn inside
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| The soldiers were told to see with their own eyes
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| So I went to see it so I could explain without laying blame
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| History’s made a name of stories so I will call it as I see it
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| I see fit to record it so the truth cannot be distorted
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| But I must warn you, truth is cold
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| Souls stolen from right under the skin
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| A prison where inmates' fate was wrapped and lay
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| The feat past the gates and doctors decided
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| Whether you were pesticide-ed or provided with a tattoo used to ID you
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| When death from exposure overcame you
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| So I walked past the gates and saw plain brick buildings
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| And then the real world faded
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| «I hated every breath:» the words to express what I saw when Auschwitz fell
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| A living hell, you couldn’t tell
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| The living dead from the skeletons enveloped in this valley of death
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| The stink of charred flesh made my breath catch
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| We couldn’t match the millions
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| Of dead civilians to what we had believed to be humans
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| «How could this happen?» |
| I asked my captain and for a moment
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| This proponent of atonement just shook his head
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| Cause it was best left unsaid
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| But being Jewish on the other side of the divide meant I knew my history
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| Without having to face its wrath
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| The path of six million goes way beyond the math
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| See Poland fell first and Jews were the first to feel it
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| Herded into units by perverted Germans who used their loose liberties
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| To sexually abuse and misuse in full view of the camera
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| But it never made the news
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| Cause most Poles agreed that all Jews were infected
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| They infested every stock-invested bank
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| And every government think-tank had at least a Jew or two
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| So who am I to play the fall guy?
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| When I cast my eye on the neighbor’s grass
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| Where it’s truly greener on the other side
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| I must confide that I hate Jews just about as much as the Germans do
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| So when the burning smoke chokes out the air and all I smell is burning hair
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| I’ll turn a blind eye and comply
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| With every single lie that you make us recite so we won’t ask any questions
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| I’m just an average citizen
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| See many Europeans felt that Jews were just pollution
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| A problem finally solved by the Final Solution
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| Where Communists, Jews, gypsies, and handicapped queers
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| All became the target of irrational fears |
| Fed by the flames of state-sponsored propaganda
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| And that’s when one man began to expand
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| His theories of inferiority and spread it like a virus
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| So Jews were enclosed in ghettoes completely frozen from contact
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| Beyond that flat where fifteen people slept back to back
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| Where liberty and property were stolen
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| On the grounds that Jews were the chosen scapegoats
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| So oats were torn and the horns sounded
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| As the hatred rose from town to town the world was astounded
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| That the Nazis would treat some citizens so ruthless
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| But without documented proof the accusations were toothless
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| And since the persecuted were Jewish
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| The world watched and did nothing
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| See hate was fanned into obsession
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| Obsessed by the extermination of a nation founded by religion
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| So a nation created in fear and xenophobia
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| Proceeded to eliminate sanction by the state
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| But bullets were too expensive and didn’t kill fast enough
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| Plus the mass graves made it hard to deny
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| The use of slaves digging their own graves
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| So science was used and compounds were created
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| To make the killing less anticipated and more efficient
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| A pesticide called Zyklon B was used
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| To see hundreds of strangers into the gas chambers
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| Which they were told were the showers
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| The children, women, and elderly must have been smelly
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| Cause immediately upon entry they were all sent to the showers
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| So the world watched and somebody had to know
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| That six million Jews went to camp and just didn’t come home
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| As I stare down the tracks
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| Where trains packed humans in cattle cars behind steel bars
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| The motto of this camp attracts my eye, it says: «Arbeit Macht Frei»
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| Meaning «Work will make you free» but all those who died inside
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| Probably never saw the irony
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| This place had an evil feeling as we roamed building to building
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| Sights before my eyes, each one the less appealing
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| A room piled to the ceiling with gold filling teeth
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| The next filled with shaved human hair
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| Soon to become some German chair and plush sofa
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| Suffocating stench as I clench my teeth, for what I reached next:
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| I saw ten huge chimneys burning gas, Jews to ashes
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| A whole section dedicated to storing glasses
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| Confiscated from the dead for resale
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| I felt frail and had to leave this hell or be consumed by its spell
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| I’ve long since left but I consider it my duty
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| To bring this tragedy to the attention of a country
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| Who pats itself on the back for helping in the occupation
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| And bring freedom to a federation of the oppressed
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| But Canada must be undressed
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| Its dirty laundry put to rest
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| Our country frowned on the slaughter, perpetrated
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| A crime so anti-human we were all left exasperated but it faded over time
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| And if you think Denmark smelled rotten soon our feelings weren’t forgotten
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| But I will never forget that this nation did nothing
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| And when our government feigned sadness they must have been bluffing
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| Cause before and during the war all the way into the fifties
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| Canada’s immigration policy was just as clear as any:
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| One Jew is one Jew too many
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| So how can we condemn when we had a chance
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| To open up our arms and give our home to the survivors?
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| Instead we gave the red carpet to ex-Nazi storm riders
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| Whose record checks seemed to have been forgotten
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| At the border in the disorder
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| Why do you think we still keep finding out
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| The Nazis are our neighbors fifty years later?
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| Ask me if I think we should’ve done more
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| It’s all said and done with now so what the fuck for?
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| My task and all I ask is that you never forget
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| Cause those who forget: history will repeat it
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| The Nazis were defeated yet the lies live on and spawn
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| In the ignorance of those whose motives reap it
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| And claim death counts were made up as if we needed to exaggerate
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| But I saw how hate could make right-thinking people deviate
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| When they create excuses for the nooses and reasons for the bleeding
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| But nothing made as much sense as «Seeing is believing»
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| I can’t stop crying
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| This isn’t human
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| Only illusion, but I’m trying
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| What I saw will defy
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| Too many dead to identify
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| Cities disappear and whole families die
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| So when you deny, spreading lies my mind burns with the pictures left behind |
| Please look inside my eye and tell six million Earth citizens why
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| All I want to know is how the hell can you deny?
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| How the hell can you deny? |
| How the hell can you deny?
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| How the hell can you deny… |