She goes that way 'Cause she's scared, Since the day, That he's gone by, Left her there, Tied to a chair. She cries for help, Could she know, Which way to go? What the hell! What a time! To prepare! A cold revenge, Depraved, And get Away From here! Cause she rests off In peace For days, Or months, Or years. She'll be straight down, In martyrdom!