paroles de chanson Tough Love - Plan B

Let me tell you a story
It's called Tough Love

Once upon a time there was a girl called Sinita
Dreaded going home after school cause 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
Sinita used to wear the cloth of her religion
Sinita used to pray to God, thought he was listening
But nothing was ever changed, at least she couldn't see a difference
The relationship between her role became distant
She didn't agree with the fundamental religious views of parents
Might as well speaking to her gibbering to her 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 up the plastic wrapper, started flicking through the pages

Tough love, tough love, I call it hatred
Tough love, tough love, I call it hatred
They call it tough love, I call it hatred
That's your flesh, your blood, that's sacred
Tough love, tough love, I call it hatred
Tough love, tough love, I call it hatred
They call it tough love, I call it hatred
That's your flesh, your blood, that's sacred

So engrossed in a new found interest
Sinita fails to realize the time
Before she knows it is a quarter to nine
She shoulda been back from prayer an hour ago
Now her parents gonna know that she skived
In the slim hope that they won't
She hides the copy of Bliss in the books under her arm
And makes her way back home
She opens the door to find her mom and dad waiting
The expressions on both of their face are scathing
Before she has time to think of an excuse
Her fathers wrapped his hand 'round 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
Dad can't control his rage
When he sees that the center page is a boy band poster
"She's possessed by the Devil" her mother shouts
Blaming it all on Satan like it's the only explanation
He grabs Sinita by her hair down to the basement
Hearts racing as if she knows her life's about to be taken
Look up into his eyes "look, here's what we gonna do to you"
You've been possessed by a demon we gonna beat him out of you
Sinita cries for help, she sees her mum pick up a broomstick
And her dad take off his belt
But it's no use, cause her brothers and sisters won't listen
So undeterred, her mum and dad carry out the exorcism

Tough love, tough love, I call it hatred
Tough love, tough love, I call it hatred
They call it tough love, I call it hatred
That's your flesh, your blood, that's sacred
Tough love, tough love, I call it hatred
Tough love, tough love, I call it hatred
They call it tough love, I call it hatred
That's your flesh, your blood, that's sacred

For hours they violently torture their daughter
Beating her to within an inch of her life 'til it's right on the border
They continue to physically hoard her
By now Sinita has a mental disorder
She no longer cares if she lives or dies
Absolutely no more tears left to cry
She sees the evilness in her parents eyes
And thinks they're the ones who need to be exorcised
That's when the rebellious streak completely intoxicates her
Sudden rush of energy boost and never seen before aggressive nature
She decides no matter what they are never gonna break her
"Go to hell" screams at her dad
As he goes to give her another lick with the belt
"Go fuck yourself" she screams at her mum knowing that
It's only gonna spur her on
Cause now Sinita has lost the plot the physical pain
Ain't nothing compared to the heartache and her heart breaks
And it rots, once it was filled with so much love
But now so clogged up with hate that it stops
Beating, and she stops breathing
Her body's just a carcass now her soul's leaving
No more pain no more bleeding
That's blow by blow from a severe beating
It takes half a dozen more blows to the end
Before they finally realize 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
Where Sinita's dead body lies on the floor, blatant
Like roadkill out on the pavement
It's quite clear to the police that she's been a victim
Of a horrific case of physical mutilation

Tough love, tough love, I call it hatred
Tough love, tough love, I call it hatred
They call it tough love, I call it hatred
That's your flesh, your blood, that's sacred
Tough love, tough love, I call it hatred
Tough love, tough love, I call it hatred
They call it tough love, I call it hatred
That's your flesh, your blood, that's sacred

After being apprehended, Sinita's parents are asked
Why their daughter's life was so brutally ended
They said it was out of love, but only hate breaks
Something so hard that it can never be mended
And to this day they show no remorse
Their idea of parental guidance would always be to use force
What makes this tale all the more gory
Is that this song is based on a true story
Tough love
Rest in peace
What a fucked up world
What fucked up shit, ain't this fucked?
It's all fucked, it's all fucked