Tied, beaten, burned alive, you can kill the man but feelings still survive
Pummeled, broken, bound with wire, left inside a car set afire
Numbed, shocked mind locked, brain struck, what the fuck
All that was left bones and teeth closed casket with a black wreath
Ashes of memories stuffed in a box, only skull no more curly locks
Three confess under duress thirty years maybe less for their excess
And I sit and think, how the smell of burning flesh does stink