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Experiment victims walk by on a hill
With berries in aprons, I still see them
Still see black empty eyes staring, no hair yet ahead
There's no dignity there, they're not living not dead

Swayback and ripcord, parachute face
Were pulled from the water and put in a place
I've not been to, but what you'll find
Is the Kommandant hoarding, the vegetable rinds

It's not like they mattered
Who sucked out your spirit?
Listen how we shout at them
They can't hear it

It's not fair
And it seems impossible
That it happened at all
That there were people who saw
The herb girls of Birkenau

The herb girls of Birkenau walk by on a hill
With berries in aprons, I still see them, still

It's not fair
And it seems impossible
That it happened at all
That there were people who saw the herb girls

But what's fair?
Anything is possible
But can you understand
That there were people who saw the herb girls?

It's not fair
And it seems impossible
That there were people, there
There were people who saw the herb girls of Birkenau
Experiment victims walk by on a hill   With berries in aprons, I still see them   Still see black empty eyes staring, no hair yet ahead   There's no dignity there, they're not living not dead      Swayback and ripcord, parachute face   Were pulled from the water and put in a place   I've not been to, but what you'll find   Is the Kommandant hoarding, the vegetable rinds      It's not like they mattered   Who sucked out your spirit?   Listen how we shout at them   They can't hear it      It's not fair   And it seems impossible   That it happened at all   That there were people who saw   The herb girls of Birkenau      The herb girls of Birkenau walk by on a hill   With berries in aprons, I still see them, still      It's not fair   And it seems impossible   That it happened at all   That there were people who saw the herb girls      But what's fair?   Anything is possible   But can you understand   That there were people who saw the herb girls?      It's not fair   And it seems impossible   That there were people, there   There were people who saw the herb girls of Birkenau