There is a man, a special man,
He's strong and full of pride;
He's talented and cunning,
He's never failed at what he's tried.
You may know him well, or not at all,
Yet, may have seen him, walking proud;
He may be the ones who's smiling,
In a dark and saddened crowd.
Yet, in that crowd of sadness,
There are those that live in fear;
For he is the one who raped them,
His reward, their every tear.
He is quite proud, of who he is,
And grateful, for the words unsaid;
The ones that could have stopped him,
But he's smiling instead.
He'll go on to ruin other lives,
To drain another heart;
He'll find another to live in fear,
When he's ripped their soul apart.
And he's untouchable, this special man,
He's as strong as you let him be;
Safe to rape the ones you love,
And, proudly, living free.
