"The Massacre" lyrics

Heavy street fighting been going on for days
Makeshift graves outside city limits
Filled with bodies of slaughtered people
Men, women and children all dead

The massacre - why
The massacre - why

Eight month foetus sticking on a bayonet
Mother's just a piece of dead meat
Eight month foetus sticking on a bayonet
Mother's just a piece of dead meat

The massacre - why
The massacre - why

You murdered me with rope
You murdered me with guns too
You massacred whole families
And laughed throughout their pain

The massacre - why
The massacre - why