Beaten as a helpless child Tortures that were cruel and vile A broken ankle, a lucky escape But these traumas would seal her fate An orphan haunted by dreadful nightmares Misdiagnosed, left solemn and scared People she saw in that torture facility Run rampant and plague her dreams Her hallucinated horrors Cause her to carve up her arms more Self-inflicted lacerations Repeated mental abrasions Captured and beaten as she nears her grave Her mind, empty, she is now their slave Strapped into a monstrous machine The surgeon sharpens his knives Our martyr, who now sees worlds in between Is flayed alive