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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