SK1

You tasted the thrill of the rape
Attracted by the energy of beauties
You tasted the thrill of the kill
Quiet hands, quiet kiss on the mouth

His playground to hunt
Parkings and our apartments
The cobbled streets of Paris
Lead to the cold of marble

I'd dreamt of another life
From the day you stifled my screams

Hello to you, my rapist
My executioner
You have to know
I'll never forget
You fake everything
But if I were you
I would be ashamed

I am the survivor
And I recognize you
Methodical assassin
Wandering in horror

Killer of women, of daughters
Look at the broken families
Mother's tears rolling down faces
Who engraved headstones

Hello to you, my rapist
My executioner
You have to know
I'll never forget
You fake everything
But if I were you
I would be ashamed
I would be ashamed

Here I am, left hanging
Clinging to the lily
A petal is fading
Yet finds a pulse
Of freedom

My nocturnal escape
Invites my conscience
What's done is done
Yet all remains to be done
done, done, done, done

Hello to you, my rapist
My executioner
You have to know
I'll never forget
You fake everything
But if I were you
I would be ashamed