Sick Bastard

The pain and violence contorting on her face.

Your probing abusive eyes penetrating her soul.

The sleepless nights, the bloody fights, it's all your fault.

The shrieks of terror, you cause it all.

You get off on it, and you're a sick bastard.

Do you feel like a man when you push her to the bed?

Do you feel like a man when your fist slams into her face?

Do you feel like a man when you strip away her dignity?

Do you feel like a man when you penetrate her, to satisfy your own sick needs?

You get off on it, and you're a sick bastard.

Your compulsion to ruin lives.

Your obsession to cause pain and misery.

Your urge to look her in the eyes and see the fear.

Your constraint to see her body in an undignified position.

You get off on it, and you're a sick bastard.

Do you feel like a man when you look in her eyes and see her cry?

Do you feel like a man when you hear her sobs and whimpers?

Do you feel like a man when you deny her freedom and dignity?

Do you feel like a man when your escapade is fulfilled?

You get off on it, and you're a sick bastard.