Her voice, it made no sound.
Her feet, they could not walk.
Yet you heard what you wanted.
Even though she could not talk.

She could not run from you.
The poison far too strong.
You played to her a melody.
Forcing her to play along.

Your ears may only hear.
That of what your eyes will see.
You never noticed prices.
You’d take what you want for free.

But prices still exist here.
And someone has to pay.
There will be no more waiting.
The collectors come today.

She covered both her ears.
She closed her eyes real tight.
She knew that they’d collect you.
Even if you tried to fight.