Organized Crimes - Backtrack

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