S.U.S

Standing in line, waiting for death to come
While cries of pain and suffering
Ecchoes through the hall

The anguish explodes
When you realise
You are just a number, you are just another one

S.U.S, our own extermination field
S.U.S, plan of death

Down eyelit shows the dispair of the old and sick
Who were left behind
By a criminal health system

Their hope goes away when they realise
They are just numbers, they were left behind

S.U.S, our own extermination field
S.U.S
S.U.S, disppair, torture and pain
S.U.S, anguish and suffering
S.U.S, the new extermination field
S.U.S, plan of death
S.U.S, our own extermination field
S.U.S, plan of death