Can't even shout.

Can't even cry.

The Gentlemen are coming by.

They're looking in windows,

And knocking on doors,

They need to take seven and they might take yours.

Can't call to Mom.

Can't say a word.

You're gonna die screaming but you won't be heard.

In the event of my immediate demise see tags for likely suspects.

( Because they will copy everything and post it publicly. )