THE FANCY DOLLS - Factory Of Death

I’m walking through the gate into the factory of death As just one of many thousand nameless working slaves here I lost my identity, I’m just a number now Like all the striped uniformed skeleton’s crowd I’m in the factory of death! (4x) Walls of barbed wire and watchtowers around No chance to hide, no chance to run away For those who can’t work, those who are weak and tired Crematories are burning around day and night