All I hear are screams and cries
I see tattoos on their skins
Scars and blood all over
Abuse and torture 27/4
They want to get out
They need their escape
Away from the evil
Freezing in the snow
Baking under the sun
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to hide
The torture resumes
No families, no friends
Only leaders under their skins
They torment them
Out of the blue
Forced to play these games
They cry for help
They scream for help
No one can hear them
Only their silence
These games are brutal
They live or they die
No escape from their prison
They don’t want to go to sleep
They want to stay awake
So they can leave these prisons
But nobody’s home
No one to take them home
Leaders keep up the torment
Victims are the slaves
Victims tortured brutally
All they want is a sweet dream
Where they are home
But no one to call for help
Connection between victim and leader
They cannot leave, but cannot stay
Stockholm syndrome everywhere
They cannot use their voices
To report everything they went through
Kidnapped and purchased
Angels, no more
Victims need their voices
So they can escape
So please, hear their voices
They need to head home
And sleep in peace
Hear their voices
So they can come home
And have eternal sweet dreams