Aiming to ruin my name You took a shot and you missed But all the marks have been made So now I hide my face A target's placed on my back that won't ever fade away. I find it hard to believe "The damage will be repaired" Showing my face will be safe. And what I used to believe Sticking with silence Prevents the chance of demise. These crimes are organized When you're running with thieves you can end up with the rats, I've seen the others fall To the same hands I can still see the blood Taking away the chance, To clear my name from this mess. You're passing on the blame But it can lead to my grave You're slitting any throat just to make sure you breathe. Now an easy way out, Won't be the cause of death. It won't be organized.