She's on a dirt floor lying on her back tonight she's far away from everything she's ever known
she doesn't get to speak for herself anymore her voice was silenced the moment they took her away
but it's ok you're thousands of miles away safe and sound behind prevaricating walls you never gave a single dollar you only looked "that's nothing. point that finger at somebody else"
for the first time we can be the ones to stop this lie maybe this time we'll fulfill our responsibility to make this die!
keep on feeding the beast
there's a special place reserved for those who seek the defilement of the innocent refusing them their liberty a place of retributing torment and consequence the likes of which even the sickest mind could never fathom
when will we start fighting? when will we stop shelving the dignity of human beings?
why don't we stop aligning ourselves with criminals? No one is forcing us to be accomplices. why don't you have some respect for yourself as well? No one is forcing you to be so dirty.
will they ever get to see again the light of day? will their hopes ever come back the way they were before? will we ever stop preserving such sadistic ways? when will justice come to the children we should protect?
for the first time we can be the ones to make this die finally. this heartless unrelenting depravity ends with us