Victim of torture Since he was too small Cries of help no one answered his call Bruises tattoo his face. His teachers assuming No cause for alarm
The Streets are filled with crime. People dying all the time. There's no law - no pity. Permanent prison built of a city Concrete walls circle this
You have no choice to live, but you're dead The only living part is the brain in your head, Trapped in an endless dream, they think you'll survive
