hiding under the chest of drawers, hoping to not be found
no matter where you look, a form of torture is around
brething heavily, and unsteadily, as my heart fastly pounds
my babies gone, best friend gone, and my love, face down
God if u are watching, y isnt this mayhem stop right now
God I KNOW your watching, so y is this mayhem allowed
Covering my ears in a failure to guard them from the sounds
of Demons laughing as they torture us like demented clowns
were only the first, so your left to think, how many more towns
will get stomped on like a pee, a sent down through the ground