They burn them, no remorse
They laugh at them, it's just a game
They whip them. Afterall, they're the ones to blame
We watch in silence, lips zipped shut
in defiance, or is it fear?
Tear by tear we cry from them
Smelling the stench of burning flesh,
eyes stinging. Is this some kind of Test?
We hear their shrieks
until we are certain they are our own
Ears ringing, voices faint, noses clogged with ash
Take this gun and shoot me
I'll be free from this at last
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 6:56 PM UTC
They burn them, no remorse
They laugh at them, it's just a game
They whip them. Afterall, they're the ones to blame
We watch in silence, lips zipped shut
in defiance, or is it fear?
Tear by tear we cry from them
Smelling the stench of burning flesh,
eyes stinging. Is this some kind of Test?
We hear their shrieks
until we are certain they are our own
Ears ringing, voices faint, noses clogged with ash
Take this gun and shoot me
I'll be free from this at last
