Thrown into this room so long ago
Seems I ve lost track of the time
Exactly where I am I do not know
This is their homeland not mine
Thrown down your hands bound make not a sound
Food and water scarce if anything
Little English spoken here
It s hard to remember anything
Before this constant state of fear
It s too late accept your fate deteriorate
They manipulate the truth I m a lost forgotten soul
They say I ll end my life here in this hole
They re pushing these ideas into my head
But I don t hear a thing I know I m already
Agents of the free turn your back to me
Freedom I await the day
In my heart I hold a hope that tears my soul
Spirit in decay
It s getting harder every night
To summon up the will to fight
To those of us who chose to forget them:
How can we constantly refuse to go get them?
I don t believe a filthy stinking word they ve said to me
I don t believe my family thinks this is the end of me
I don t believe my country won t attempt to rescue me
I don t believe a word no
Agents of the free turn your back to me
Freedom I await the day
In my heart I hold a hope that tears my soul
Spirit in decay
Those at home no doubt sleep well
Worlds away from this living hell