As I fall into a night's rest,
I feel hands grabbing messed,
They drag me into the floor,
Out of the door,
They put me in a bag.
They put an apple in my mouth,
That's not what it's about,
They tie me up,
I feel like blowing up,
They throw me in the trunk.
I try to scream,
They're a team,
I am the opposite of beaming,
I am screaming.
