taken from my one [bad word] love my family and I forced onto the waiting [bad word] we yell out all our protest, scream until we've got nothing left our cries of pain fall on deaf ears we all [bad word] to breathe while suppressing our greatest fears
four long days into the nights we travel cramped together without food or water the horror as I watch my mother die she's shaking, freezing to death at night her body would fall, if it wasn't for us holding her up and more go the same as we barrel down this endless highway 
the smell of blood fills the air followed by the anguished cries of our sisters we enter through the gates of [bad word] and we're there and we are all there oh what a live I've lived oh what a live I've been given my children stolen from me again and again a lifetime of service for your kind and this is the end I get? I hear my sister's blood choked sobs the smell of my own death filly my lungs I scream to myself where is your god?...