Sacked and dragged to an endless room
Still awaiting impending doom
Thought I’d see a crazed old man
But instead the men in black, they stand
Shackled in chains
Mouth shut, duct tape
Dragged down in vain
Try to stay sane
They put me in front of an old TV
They roll the tape in front of me
They shot my dog for all to see
They electrocute me on odd intervals
They torture me as if I’m the evil one
They gain pleasure from my distress
Once blood dripped down
They say I’ve made a mess
I’ve done nothing wrong
I have nothing to hide
But If they won’t believe me
I’d much rather die
They want answers that I don’t know
They’ve gone too far to let me go
They’ll break my bones from head to toe
They’ll reap a harvest never sown