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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