Spirit in Decay

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