 Verse 1
Once upon a time there was a girl called sonita
who dreaded going home after school coz her dad would mistreat her
her mum was just as bad when she got mad was more than glad to lend a hand in helping him beat her
sonita used to wear the cloth of her religion
sonita used to pray to god thought he was listening
but nothing ever changed at least she couldn’t see a difference
so the relationship between them both became distant
she didn’t agree with the fundamental religious views of her parents
they might as well of been speaking gibberish to her it was incoherent
she was living in the western world couldn’t understand why she couldn’t be like all the other western girls
so one day she rebels walks into a shop and purchases a copy of bliss a magazine for female teenagers
ripped off the plastic rapper started flicking through the pages.
Chorus
Tough love. Tough love. I call it hatred
Tough love. Tough love. I call it hatred
They called it tough love. I call it hatred
That’s your flesh, your blood. That’s sacred.
So engrossed in her new found interest sonita fails to realise the time
before she knows it, it’s a quarter to nine
she should have been back from prayer an hour ago now her parents are gonna know that she’s skived
in the slim hope that they wont
she hides the copy of bliss inside the books under her arm and makes her way back home
she opens the door to find her mum and dad waiting the expressions on both there faces are scathing
before she has time to think of an excuse
her fathers hands are wrapped around her neck like a noose
so tight he chokes her
she drops all her books on the floor, apart from the bliss mag which lands on the sofa
her dad cant control his rage when he sees that the centre page is a boy bound poster
“she’s possessed by the devil” her mother shouts
blaming it all on Satan like it’s the only explanation
he grabs sonita by her hair down to the basement
her hearts racing like she know’s her life’s about to be taken
they look her in the eye, say here’s what were gonna do
your possessed by a demon and were gonna beat him out of you
sonita cries for help. When she sees her mum pick up a broomstick
and her dad take off his belt
but its no use, her brothers and sisters wont listen
so undeterred her mum and dad carryout the exorcism.
Chorus
For hours they violently torcher their daughter
beat her to within an inch of her life till its right on the border
they continue to physically hoard her
by now sonita has a mental disorder
she no longer cares if she lives or dies
there’s absolutely no more tears left to cry
she sees the evilness in her parents eyes
and thinks there the ones who need to be exorcised
that’s when the rebellious streak completely intoxicates her
a sudden rush of energy boost a never seen before aggressive nature
she decides that no matter what they are never gonna break her
“go to hell” she screams at her dad as he goes to give her another lick with the belt
“go **** yourself” she screams at her mum knowing that its only gonna spur her on
cos by now sonita’s lost the plot
the physical pain aint nothing compared to the heart ache when a heart breaks and it rots
once filled with so much love, but now so clogged up with hate that it stops
beating
and she stops breathing
her bodies just a carcass now her souls leaving
no more pain no more bleeding
dieing slow, blow by blow from a severe beating
and it takes half a dozen more blows to the head
before they finally realise that she’s dead
that’s when the door busts open and in come the feds
the neighbours must have called them when they heard the screams of torment
coming from the basement
were sonita’s dead bodies lies blatant like road kill out on the pavement
its quite clear to the police that she’s been the victim of a horrific case of physical mutilation.
Chorus
After being apprehended sonita’s parents were asked why there daughters life was so brutally ended
they said it was out of love but only hate breaks something so hard, it can never be mended
and to this day they show no remorse
their idea of parental guidance will always be to use force
and what makes this tale all the more gory is that this song is based on a true story. Tough love.
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