She is like the thought police,
Her mum the executioner.
All trials are held in camera.
Your lawyers are no use to ya.

She is like the prison guard,
Her mum the evil governor.
You won't see daylight while inside
And no-one will discover ya.

She is like the helpful nurse,
Her mum the master poisoner.
They'll never figure out the cause
Of sudden death that fell on ya.

She's in hiding frequently,
Her mum in constant state of war.
Among the millions out there
They won't know where to search for ya.

She is omnipresent care,
Her mum brainwashed by newspaper.
Between the silence and the hate
Ya'll struggle to be true to ya.