Missing Children

The last house on the block
On a street in nowheresville
Picture in the Sunday paper
Police blockage neighbors didn’t hear a thing
Flesh in the sink
Blood on the walls
Suicide cult — blood sacrifice
No one will find
Was life at home so bad — why did you have to leave
Who is the stranger killing you — it hurts beyond belief
Do the ones you love realize the hell that you’re in?
Unfair to know it’s not your fault — why do you have to die?
They’re missing
Theres no turning back — you wouldn’t know how
You pray to God above — you feel so alone
You wish you had the chance to go back to your home
You fight for your life — you wish you were dead