Organized Crimes

Aiming to ruin my name
You took a shot and you missed
But all the marks have been made
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