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Victim
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Rock
Victim was released on October 8, 1996 by Ryko/Rhino as a part of the album Dead Inside
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Release DateOctober 8, 1996
LabelRyko/Rhino
LanguageEnglish
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Credits

Lyrics

I feel the motion of the car before I open my eyes
The air is blue-black, brown-black, black-black
Smell of gas, oil, animals
I'm in the trunk
My wrists and ankles tied, a tape over my mouth
It almost covers my nose, but I can breathe barely
I must have been here for hours, everything is stiff
And my head throbs like someone's drumming on china
The car stops
He turns off the motor, but there are no traffic sounds
No people sounds
No wind
What place has no wind?
I turn my head towards the sounds, like people
Watch radios when something terrible happens
My palms are sweating
Where am I?
The trunk squeaks as he lifts it up and the sun blinds me
He almost looks like a faceless Jesus, surrounded by light
Pulls me out of the trunk and bangs my head against the door
I try to cry out, but it comes like a hum
He drags me half-standing along a dirt road into a house
I can't see any other houses and it looks like a farm
The screen door bangs behind me and
I feel a deep, deep pressure inside
All the rules have changed here
I'm dragged down a hall like a bag and I look for a phone, other doors
Nothing but bare floors and brown boxes and small rooms
He pulls me into the bathroom and I almost
Crack my head as he pushes me onto the floor
He tilts his head to the side and gazes
At me as if I was a pet, then walks out
I'm lying there for a long time, trying to
Get the tape off of me, my eyes are tearing
I don't make a sound
I can't get up and I keep rolling from
Side to side, trying not to make noise
If I can get him to talk to me, if I can
Get this thing on my face, I can talk to him
I'll tell him my name
Have you killed other women in here?
I'm thinking you've got hundreds of them nailed
Down, hung on walls, hanging from ceiling fans
Swinging dead in summer wind
Why did you pick me?
If I'd stayed to finish at the library
Would have been there 20 minutes longer
Maybe I'd have been okay
I would have rushed into the house, books piled
Up in my arms like a baby and blurting explanations
Why I was sorry, so sorry I'm late, everyone
Would you have waited for me anyway?
Would you have picked another woman?
Would I have read about her in the paper and
Said, "Oh my God, I was there that night"
Called all my friends in a panic, telling them how
Much I love them as if I'd never have the chance again
I wonder what everyone is doing now
Putting up signs, showing my picture on
The evening news, calling old friends
Maybe I'm not even considered missing yet
My family will fall apart and my parents will go crazy, slowly
My brother will be so quiet at the
Funeral and insist the casket be closed
I never even told anyone what kind of funeral I wanted when I died
Maybe years from now they'll find my skeleton on the floor
Here and they'll have to use dental records to identify me
My family will say, "At least we know now
We always hoped she was alive somewhere
We just hope she's in peace"
When I sleep, my dreams are crazy
I'm flying over fields
I don't think I sleep for more than 20 minutes
When I wake up, it feels like I'm under a heavy blanket
I'm still here
As I wake up, I hear a dog barking in the distance
And I think I'm in my parents' house in South Carolina
When I open my eyes, there's a shotgun pressed between them
I'll never get married
I'll never have kids
I'll never go to Europe
I'll never learn to play a piano
I'll never write a book
The last thing I hear is a click
Written by: Anton Fier, Nicole Blackman
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