She was a girl of eighteen, Emmy they called her One night she went out to dance, the last bus was gone And then he offered: "I'll take you home!" His name was bob, he was her fairy-tale prince, you know That's what she still thought
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Did not notice in enormous danger 'Cause emotions fooled her sense, she felt like floating But what she never expected was the following: This day would change her life, meaning mental death
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So dirty she felt Washing her hair, her clothes Dead her body seemed Waking at night and scream
She never smiled again after this No more flashing in her brown eyes No hope for new life, only suspicion Just numberless tears and disgust
She still feels his strong hands choking her The knife at her throat Still hears her heart beating fearing death She was destroyed by ... Worst kind of crime Worst kind of crime Worst kind of crime Worst kind of crime
In fact sex crime is present in environment Nineteen victims on a day report to police Product of ill civilisation, ubiquity of fear Rapists sentence's not a year, victims suffer death
Experience of horror Experience of horror Experience of horror Experience of horrorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
