Red Sector A (with Clockwork Angels String Ensemble) [Live on Clockwork Angels Tour]

All that we can do is just survive
 All that we can do to help ourselves
 Is stay alive...
 Ragged lines of ragged grey
 Skeletons, they shuffle away
 Shouting guards and smoking guns
 Will cut down the unlucky ones
 I clutch the wire fence
 Until my fingers bleed
 A wound that will not heal-
 A heart that cannot feel-
 Hoping that the horror will recede
 Hoping that tomorrow-
 We'll all be freed
 Sickness to insanity
 Prayer to profanity
 Days and weeks and months go by
 Don't feel the hunger-too weak to cry
 I hear the sound of gunfire
 At the prison gate
 Are the liberators here-
 Do I hope or do I fear?
 For my father and my brother-it's too late
 But I must help my mother
 Stand up straight...
 Are we the last ones left alive?
 Are we the only human beings
 To survive?...