Victim

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, almost 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

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

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 fuck 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

This is dedicated to those tormented souls.