Feast your third eye upon the window
It overseas barbed wire interlocked fences
Through the bliss of ignorance, the timid villagers haven’t a clue
Weil ich trage the stripes and David’s star
A Himmler Himmel remains corpse blue
Across that field lurks our cold mass grave
Where the mouth cracks open and foams begging to be fed
Tonight we will sleep a deadly slumber on a hair stuffed mattress
Of which decapitated heads full of lice are bleeding unattended

Tattooed Nummers graphitized on a left extremity
Catalog the deceit as well as the deficit
This is not the first
And it will not be the last

Children of Abraham,
Don't fear the dark train that zugs us here daily
For it is only a machine
Remember that one can float in the Dead Sea

Krups gas particles litter the radio broadcast
Hysteria hysterical hidden subliminal
Vacant salutes- pitch black
Who can erase history written?

Do not ask why
Only ask how

Tomorrow mothers will clutch their offspring with negative outcomes
Horrid pillages become of the sacred scroll
As our Rabbi loses face
His beard slashed and body burned
The tribe torn, forlorn of human existence
The Windows shattered indifferent
Our Synagogue betrayed
Broken glass in a pile of scorched pages
Marching off the piers in torment
Shallow pits for limbs
And coins for teeth
The skeletal remains nullify the soil
Tomorrow the corn to be planted
Tomorrow a light will grow

I look out this window
And no one is there
Work will not make me free

A million times six we hurt
I know I am not alone
Work will not make us free

Traenen sind angst
Der Schmertz ist in Dunkleheit gefuelt
In Ewigkeit angetan
Wir sind sterben
Zusammen und allein
Die Arbeit machst mir nichts frei