Thrown into this room so long ago
Seems Ive 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
Its hard to remember anything
Before this constant state of fear
Its too late accept your fate deteriorate
They manipulate the truth Im a lost forgotten soul
They say Ill end my life here in this hole
Theyre pushing these ideas into my head
But I dont hear a thing I know Im 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
Its 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 dont believe a filthy stinking word theyve said to me
I dont believe my family thinks this is the end of me
I dont believe my country wont attempt to rescue me
I dont 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