Hole in the wall.

There's not a sound to be heard at night
'Cause all the inmates are shaking with fright.
So cold and dark and filthy too,
No food to eat, what can we do?
Conditions are horrendous, I wish we were dead
Our stomachs hurt through hunger, cold concrete for our beds.
We've seven days of torture before we're put to death
I wonder what it feels like, taking your last breath.
The "Hole in the Wall" is all we've got untill it's time to go
"God help us through these cold dark nights" - we moan so soft and low.
I hope the rescue come in time, before it is too late
If not this row of Greyhounds will meet their evil fate.


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