LYRICS GAME

She was only seven when it all went down

Dad took advantage and she didn't even notice

Rita was the prettiest girl

A budding flower, pure dolce vita

At night, in her room she saw shadows

Rita, welcome to the grown-ups' world

This was the first of many abuses

And as time went by, it left neighbors confused

Hospital trips became frequent

They ended in IVs, bruises and treatments

But Rita kept growing while hiding that pain

In a colorless dream full of rage and rancor

In a black-and-white life where black rules

Rita, the girl from the corner

Time passed and the girl didn't smile

'Cause she only cried when her dad raped her

'Cause she only prayed for it all to end

That crook left her with a downcast gaze

And the teacher said she was distracted

Of course, she lived with a suicidal

And when the bell rang

She didn't wanna go home, much less alone

She grabbed some pencils and drew in her notebook

A house with Hell's address

The postcode was 666

Where the Devil penetrated her and laid down every rule

Life's TV, shown raw and bare

She didn't draw her dad, she drew Beelzebub

She drew an imaginary mother in gold

A routine image: seeing Dad drunk

And the watchword now

Is to survive, 'cause he doesn't care

He doesn't even feed her anymore

He doesn't worry

He doesn't even care about her

Rita is an insect

Seen under a lens in a cell

Forced to grow up in that hostile climate

Alongside a beast who loved that style

A wretch with no other name

It's sad 'cause he was still hungry

But don't get it twisted, it ain't table food

Because he was the predator

And the girl was the prey

That's how it went, he never missed a Friday

He fulfilled the prophecy, with Christ at the bedside

But besides Friday, it was already routine

All week long, it was the pure ritual

Month after month

Year after year

Time after time

He became profane

He looked in the mirror

And loved what he saw

Rita looked in the mirror

And hated what she saw

She felt inferior

A sleepy look

In a horror movie

That she wished she'd never known

The worst is that that coward

Kept the massacre on cassette

Filmed everything, then posted it online

But Rita held on only till seventeen

Better hear the rest, 'cause this looks promising!

One day she gets home turned inside out

Dropped the bag on the floor

And placed the rosary on her chest

She prayed to God and before anything

Asked forgiveness

She was scared, but

She had conviction

With a knife in her hand

Waiting for him to come in

She wanted to end it all

Before he penetrated her

He opens the door and says

"Sorry for what I've done!

But with your mom's death

I lost your respect

I was never perfect

Forgive me for touching you!"

She sticks the knife in him and says

"You're forgiven!"

This is for everybody who's ever been abused by those parasites

'Cause there are plenty of Ritas out there