Barbacena

I still feel it on my skin
My nervous system is in pain
The shock treatment turning on
My foaming mouth shutting up
It doesn't matter what it seems
It's another way to heal
Agonizing isn't bad
Just put us in a bag

Make the call and make sure no one will care
Body's are money and no one will be there
Just kill them slowly and find someone to pay
Rotten food and dirty water for you today

Covering our mouth to avoid scream
But we can hear the sound of killing
In our place of healing
We're in a living hell
In the void of misery
Filthy dark with that smell
Smelling like shit, blood and pain
Every day is just the same