Yeah, I’m dead… and it’s probably my fault.

Well no one would say that out loud, but he said that he couldn’t help it ’cause I was wearing such a damned short skirt.

I remember every moment. Some people come up here and can’ remember a single minute of their death.
Looking back now, though, I know what happened but it’s like it happened to someone else, ‘cause I don’t have a single feeling about the ordeal.

I was walkin’ home from an epic gig. Best night of my life, y’know. Ended on a high, I guess.
Anyhow, before I go wandering, I was walking in the dark and this guy pulled me into his car and took me to this clapped out flat.
His voice was all husky, almost sexy. If he weren’t so warped I totally would.

But, yeah, he said “Damn, you know. If that skirt weren’t so short I wouldn’t have to do this.”

He got out this knife and I can see me being shit scared. He jus’ cut my panties to start with. But you know what came, or I wouldn’t be here.

They won’t find him though. No one even noticed I was gone.