Image: Experiment Becky I Crime Alley
Song: A Promise
Lyrics:
They came at night,
in a cold winter night,
and soon went the lights,
off,
with no help in sight.
Hate in their eyes,
violence in their eyes,
and soon for her only fright,
alone,
under their might.
Rushed in they did,
alone she was,
in a world of wonderful dreams,
now in agony.
Crying in pain.
The snow was falling,
the lights already faded,
a nightmare came true,
reality,
with blood dropping on the floor.
Oh oh. Oh oh.
Oh oh. Oh oh.
Oh oh. Oh oh.
Oh oh. Oh oh.
A feeling of shame,
as it would be her fault,
with a memory of her name,
just like the society had her taught,
yes, girl,
you are a bitch.
Surrounded by the chorus of death,
taken away her innocence,
one by one,
her grave under a dark lie.
Buried alive!
Rushed in they did,
alone she was,
in a world of wonderful dreams,
now in agony.
Crying in pain.
The snow was falling,
the lights already faded,
a nightmare came true,
reality,
with blood dropping on the floor.
Oh oh. Oh oh.
With her eyes, fixed,
to the ground.
With her eyes, fixed,
cried them nearly out.
Let me scream!
Let me scream!
Let me scream!
Let me scream!
Let me!
Nothing she could do,
nothing was left for her to try,
it was over,
the fight was gone,
and again society won.
While it happend,
while it happend,
oh how proud they all must have been,
to force this woman into suffering.
Hour after hour,
and where would justice be?
Hour after hour,
does every girl get born for a slave to be?
As if they would care,
must be a good time for her!
Just another brutal fuck,
every woman wants that, right?
Look at all these videos,
look at all these photos,
does reality not teach us,
that a woman is just a whore?
Look at all these videos,
look at all these photos,
does society not teach us,
that a girl wants nothing more
than just a brutal,
brutal fuck?
Than just getting reduced,
to a humiliating fuck?
Nothing she could do,
nothing was left for her to try,
it was over,
the fight was gone,
another woman,
dead and gone.
Oh be sure I will keep
my promise!
Oh be sure I will keep
my promise!
Oh be sure I will keep
my promise.
Oh be sure I will keep
my promise.
Rushed in they did,
alone she was,
in a world of wonderful dreams,
now in agony.
Crying in pain.
The snow was falling,
the lights already faded,
a nightmare came true,
reality,
with blood dropping on the floor.
What is the promise
you dare to ask?
What is the promise
that I made?
It's very simple,
oh very simple,
it will be your last mistake,
cause the promise that I made,
is to make you all die!
Cause,
should it not be true,
that a girl can be free?
That a woman can make decisions,
for her own good
like the first step in love?
But, no no no,
oh damn no,
be afraid,
little girl,
be afraid,
grown woman,
cause clearly you get no break,
no fucking stupid break,
cause of the shit that we get,
wanting to cut open our throat,
or give up and lose all hope,
but what if I don't want?
Fuck yourself,
society,
I am not a whore!
I want clearly more!
But you made it so,
that I must maybe go,
cause when I even dare to try,
someone tries to make me cry,
but not of stupid love,
no, oh no, oh no,
but cause of a rape disguised
as a wonderful gift,
do you think I stupid?
But yeah, oh well,
did have not seen that coming,
like I would have the right to survive,
to be free,
to be me,
silly, silly me!
So keep on doing it,
punish me for something I did not,
and make me be a good girl,
a very good girl,
also known as whore!
How easy it could be,
I could ask, make known,
be free, be me,
show my love,
show my lust,
but alright,
you just want me to shut up!
Well, maybe I better do it,
cause there is clearly nothing left,
so I better let myself get fucked up,
and smile while it all happens,
right?
Right?
They came at night,
in a cold winter night,
and soon went the lights,
off,
with no help in sight.
Hate in their eyes,
violence in their eyes,
and soon for me only fright,
alone,
under their might.
Have I given up?
Have I given it all up?
With blackness in front of my eyes?
Screaming,
I will get my revenge.
Six feet under,
breathing was going slowly,
more and more not,
my end,
but I do still have my ring.
The truth of it is,
I did what I could,
but it was not enough,
I am sorry,
am I now to blame?
Am I now to blame?
Rushed in they did,
alone I was,
in a world of wonderful dreams,
now in agony.
Crying in pain.
The snow was falling,
the lights already faded,
a nightmare came true,
reality,
with blood dropping on the floor.
So I made a promise,
while the world around me faded,
while a nightmare came true,
reality,
with my body falling to the ground.
While the snow was falling,
and the lights already faded,
a nightmare came true,
reality,
I wrote it with my blood on the wall.
So what is my promise,
while the world around me faded,
while a nightmare came true,
reality,
for that I will make you all die.
So your hate
decides my fate?
So your violence
is my end?
Let me scream!
Let me go!
Let me be free!
Let me be alive!
First it was a tragedy,
but suddenly a self-created reality?
In their search for who is to blame,
they find her suddenly as the target to shame.
Social media claims:
She must have seduced,
must have herself for money reduced,
cause in truth every woman is a whore,
wanting nothing more.
Social media claims:
She is the one to blame,
having forced it and so earned shame,
cause in truth it was a fantasy,
some violent sexual ecstasy.
Social hate demands:
Get rid of your doubt,
this bitch was truly proud!
It was no rape and the rest too no crime,
it was her wish, this violent time!
In their social justice fight,
they are making them stars,
with books, movies and more,
while this woman is suddenly not a victim anymore?
In her fight to survive,
doubts creep in,
making her question herself,
and in her brain it is written:
Maybe social media is right?
Had she done enough?
Had she truly fought enough?
Is the lie the truth,
or is the truth the lie?
First it was a tragedy,
but suddenly a self-created reality?
In their search for who is to blame,
they find her suddenly as the target to shame!
