Victim

[Verse 1] A young girl travelling late at night could pay the price, taped up and sliced In the Nevada desert God ain’t present, pray for your life That’s what he told her as the seatbelt clicked and the car peeled out She’s creeped out but they’re moving too fast to leap out He peeped out her hitching on the side of the highway He pulled over, “Hey, looks like you’re going my way.” A pretty young thing, probably in her early twenties He was closer to fifty playing some song by Eddie Money Told her, “Relax, this ain’t the first time I’ve done this I’ll just make it hurt more if you try to run, bitch .” The radio was silent, all this seemed unbelievable You could hear the rocks from the road spray under the vehicle And he never would’ve guessed, how could he have guessed? He felt a sharp pain as the knife entered his chest He slammed on the brakes, looked up at her face She seemed turned on with blood all over the place She straddled on his lap, pulled the knife back The flood of warm blood then his body relaxed Cause when a killer kills a killer and reality’s disrupted The victim’s not a victim and the hunter is the hunted [Hook] Did you ever know me? I don’t think so Will you ever know me? I don’t think so But I love what you make me do I love what you make me do I love what you make me do Did you ever know me? I don’t think so Will you ever know me? I don’t think so But I love what you make me do I love what you make me do I love what you make me do [Verse 2] Joey was a step-brother, real sick little fucker Snuck inside her room to touch her, “Kill you if you tell your mother.” Held her underneath the covers Covered up her mouth to smother any noise Even let his boys come and f**k her And little devil boys taking turns You can almost hear the flames flicker as their souls burn And he did it to conquer, told her no one wants her Had no idea he was creating a monster Tears mixed with blood mixed with sweat mixed with semen Is a list of ingredients to grow your own demon Then late one night out the window she crept And burned down the house while everybody slept Then years passed by and the body count rised But no one suspects the girl with them real pretty eyes Till on a lonely stretch of highway in the desert You can hear her singing like an old record [Hook] This is dedicated to those tormented souls