Didn't know she was crying
Until now as she turns to look at me
She said, "Boy, o' boy
You bring tears to my eyes"
I said, "What?"
She said, "Boy, o' boy
You bring tears to my eyes"
Bob Marley said
"How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look"
But little did he know that
Eventually the enemy
Will stand aside and look
While we slash and kill our own brothers
Knowing that already
They are the victims of the situation
Still licking wounds from brutality
Still licking wounds from humiliation
She said all these words and the
Wrinkles on her face became
Perfect trails for the tears and she said
We are the victims every time
We got double trouble every time
We are the victims every time
We got double trouble every time
We are the victims every time
We got double trouble every time
She took me outside to the churchyard
Showed me graves on the ground and she said
There lies a man who fought for equality
There lies a boy who died in his struggle
Can all these heroes die in vain
While we slash and kill our own brothers
Knowing that already they are the
Victims of the situation
Still licking wounds from brutality
Still licking wounds from humiliation
We are the victims every time
We got double trouble every time
We are the victims every time
We got double trouble every time
We are the victims every time
We got double trouble every time
Victims Of The System
While you a bubble
Pon dis ya riddim
I would like you to check yourself within
Open your mind and your heart
Limb by limb and part by part
Cause what you see
Is an angry man
Robbed of culture and his land
Left to toil the wilderness
Exploited by imperialists cause we are
CHORUS
Victims of the system
And we're fighting back
Imperialism
You're under attack
Oh oh oh
And we're fighting back
Oh oh
You're under attack
While you a bubble
Pon dis ya riddim
I would like you to check yourself within
Free up yourself from the claws
Of their rules and phoney laws
Cause we have found identity
To bring about our unity
Chains released from our minds
Colonialism left behind cause we are
CHORUS
Victims of the system
And we're fighting back
Imperialism
You're under attack
Oh oh oh
And we're fighting back
Oh oh
You're under attack
Pon de riddim bubbling
Storm of change is blowing
Yes we are demanding
We fighting back
We fighting back
We fighting back
Yes we fighting
This world will kick you when you're down
leave you lying on the ground will you be
it's victim? the choice is really yours
people will try to intimidate,
they take advantage and manipulate,
humanity's a vulture picking at our corpse
chorus 2x
frustrated, alienated, won't be intimidated
defiant, self-reliant, refuse to be silent
if you let them break you then your will is
not your own follow your own instincts,
you're not a mindless clone
i don't have any answers and may not know
what's right but i refuse to be a victim,
it's my fucking life
chorus 2x
i refuse to be a victim and i refuse to be ashamed
This world will kick you when you're down
leave you lying on the ground will you be
it's victim? the choice is really yours
people will try to intimidate,
they take advantage and manipulate,
humanity's a vulture picking at our corpse
chorus 2x
frustrated, alienated, won't be intimidated
defiant, self-reliant, refuse to be silent
if you let them break you then your will is
not your own follow your own instincts,
you're not a mindless clone
i don't have any answers and may not know
what's right but i refuse to be a victim,
it's my fucking life
chorus 2x
i refuse to be a victim and i refuse to be ashamed
to live my life as i see fit, i'm free from blame
Soon I feel the power
Surging through my soul
I feel a hatred deep and pure
No bloodshed could console
Now the change becomes me
My terror grows within
And as I scream for vengeance
I start my life of sin
Seeking out my victims
Laughing at their pless
What care I when I am
The victim of lycantropy
Suddenly I sniff your scent
Your blood smells so sweet
I lust to feast upon your heart
And on your raw red meat
Springing from the shadows
I'm ripping out your brain
Your body flails in torment
And thrashes from the pain
Springing from the shadows
I'm ripping out your brain
Your body flails in torment
And thrashes from the pain
Seeking out my victims
Laughing at their pless
What care I when I am
The victim of lycantropy
Next time heed the warnings
When night comes soon
Don't ever walk into wood
The victims we know so well
They shine in your eyes
When they kiss and tell
Strange pieces we never see
But you're always there
Like a ghost in my dream
And I keep on telling you
Please don't do the things you do
When you do those things
Pull my puppet strings
I have that strangest void for you
We love and we never tell
What pieces our hearts in the wishing well
Love lead us into the stream
And it's sink or swim
Like it's always been
And I keep on loving you
It's the only thing to do
When the angel sings
There are greater things
Can I give them all to you
Pull the strings of emotion
Take a ride into unknown pleasure
Fell like a child
On a dark night
Wishing there was some kind of heaven
I could be warm with your smiling
Hold out your hand for a while
The victims
We know them so well
The victims we know so well
They shine in your eyes
When they kiss and tell
Strange places we never see
But you're always there
Like a ghost in my dream
And I keep on telling you
Please don't do the things you do
When you do those things
Pull my puppet strings
I have the strangest void for you
Show my heart some devotion
Push aside those that whisper never
Feel like a child on a dark night
Wishing we could spend it together
I could be warm with your smiling
Hold out your hand for a while
The victims
I did this to you, if you did this to me
I don't know from where I'm standing now
All I see is two victims hate me now
This world, you should
I never knew how to hold you in my arms
A little Greek restaurant where we sat a hundred times before
I reached across the table for your palms
Your palms, your hands in mine
You suddenly felt strong
Strong enough, I guess, to let you go
All of life gets laced, will I ever know that?
Nothing could be harder
Nothing stronger at all
Forget me please
I never knew how to hold you in my arms
victims-of what youre fucking bill dictates
victims-of all the fucking greed and fucking hate
victims-cuz the fucking law always says so
victims-in this fucking world we know
we're all victims - we're all victims
we are society's - rejects
hatred-for this life my fucking life to live
hatred-to the fucking looks you like to give
hatred-into life of a pile of shit
hatred-I just can't wait to fucking quit
we're all victims - we're all victims
we are society's - rejects
resist-what they say is always fucking right
resist-that is so fucking hard to fight
resist-cuz they coontrol this fucking world
You saw what was coming
You could have resisted everything
It was our time to get up
And that was our day to win
You are victims of your own apathy
Victims of passive democracy
Another chance came across
And making a stand against was in your hands
It was the time to get up and shout
To use your vote and to choose the left side
You are victims of your own apathy
Billy sits alone and wonders what to do and where to go,
Billy grows tired every day and meaning seems to fade away,
Billy knows he's not alone, he knows he's not to blame.
Others fear through ignorance,
And Billy's cared to stay among the whispers barely spoken,
Billy feels contempt, indignant words from hypocrites,
To them it's God's revenge.
No-one to blame, there's only victims
No-one to blame, there's only victims
No-one to blame, there's only victims
No-one to blame, there's only victims
Billy worked with other men, to them was once a lad.
When they learned of Billy's story, went behind his back,
Spread around the factory floor, then Billy got the sack,
Friends have washed their hands of Billy, he feels so betrayed.
No-one to blame, there's only victims
No-one to blame, there's only victims
No-one to blame, there's only victims
No-one to blame, there's only victims
Billy's young and Billy's dying, fighting every day.
The few he trusts will give him strength, they will not walk away,
Love will never wash its hands, and never will betray,
Billy can't escape the truth, but he won't die alone.
we ain't done anything, we get blamed
we are the innocent, we get framed
lies get told about us, when we're in court
you know that justice is never sought
we're victims of society
lie are told but no one sees
victims of society
can't you see they're after you and me
read in the paper, see it on the news
law and disorder is all the media choose
only show the hooligans, only show the thugs
Victims thier bodies covered with thhier blood
Forever dead sever gashes through thhier fat
Nonsense they lived in vein and died in vein
>From birth to death they continually had got insane
Herd of christs pervertion lifting upward -fetish cross
Show purification feeling torture of hellish frost
In the bottom of the abyss someday god will see thier gore
They are waiting for suffocation needing christs shit-have some more
Fortune rapes, you will see the face in death and violence
Nothing to regret, youve even lost your faith
Fortune rapes, you will see the face in death and violence
Nothing to regret, youve even lost your faith
Down lead by hate terrible silence you lost your faith
No prize you will see in the garden of eden of your god free
Down lead by hate terrible silence you lost your faith
No prize you will see in the garden of eden of your god free
Fortune rapes, you will see the face in death and violence
Nothing to regret, youve even lost your faith
Fortune rapes, you will see the face in death and violence
Downtown I walk
Through New York City so hot
The summer swelter melting
Got things on my mind right now
In the alleys that I take
They just don't give up an inch
I turned and saw it all
I watched him fall
I tried to catch him
But they knocked me out cold too
"Babylon" he cried
The cost in flesh and blood is rising high
Things are falling apart it all seems
Bleeding in the gutter
The waste of random acts of violence
Where's the Savior to resuce our dreams?
Desperation's crawling
We're victims of a world that's gone so wrong?
Hours later when I woke
I was lying in some darkened basement rescue mission
They're tending to my needs and wounds
They were such a sorry lot
The very bottom of the social ladder
I just caught myself before I cried
They've nothing at all
But they're the only ones there to help
Eden's sin's alive
Stalking me
Stalking everyone
Things are falling apart it all seems
Tears that speak in volumes
The eyes of all these hopeless people
Where's the Savior to rescue our dreams?
Desperation's crawling
I don't want your problems, I'm so sick of this
Cause all I see is dirty green hands
You can't believe what you think you see
The understanding is that we are the victims!
You say what you want then leave the pieces
Hey we are the victims! x3
We'll pick up your pieces
I don't want your problems, I'm part of it
The reason your kicking and screaming like a bitch
Rather watch you suffer, watch you drown inside
Victims of forgotten wars
Forgotten lives
No one ever hears them cry no
Fallen soldiers under crimson sky
No one ever wonders why
The tanks come rolling in
You know they just can't win no
The politician lies
Innocent people die
A mother watches as her baby dies
A soldier starts to wonder why
Look up into the sky
Hear the bullets fly
Don't feel the horror in their hearts
As bullets tear their lives apart
Bodies burning in the madness
Can you still believe their lies?
Look around at the pain and the chaos
Smell the corpses putrify
For some so called righteous cause
So many victims die
For the gains of the rich
So many poor must die
No feelings for the pained
Drowning in pools of blood
Never hear the mother's screams
Uncovering her dead child's limbs in the mud
Is a heroes welcome received
When he returns from war
Or just the pain and confusion
Of a guilt that he can't ignore
Unleashed weapons of destruction
Slaughtering the innocent overseas
A soldier comes back half a man
Begging for handouts on his knees
Oh those medals don't mean nothing
To you anymore
It was all for some rich man's gain
Now ask yourself what for
Sticks a needle in his arm
To help him ease the pain
Still hearing the screams of his dying friends
He searches for a vain
Mother stares out in the dark
Still remembers her baby's smile
Calling out her child's name
Living in total denial
The pain has reached both shores now
The system stays the same
Don't you see that we're just pawns
To their power games
Oh we won't take it won't be victims
Of their war
No we won't take it what have they
Got us fighting for?
We're just the victims of their war
The victims we know so well
They shine in your eyes
When they kiss and tell
Strange places we never see
But you're always there
Like a ghost in my dream
And I keep on telling you
Please don't do the things you do
When you do those things
Pull my puppet strings
I have the strangest void for you
We love and we never tell
What places our hearts in the wishing well
Love leads us into the stream
And it's sink or swim
Like it's always been
And I keep on loving you
It's the only thing to do
When the angel sings
There are greater things
Can I give them all to you
Pull the strings of emotion
Take a ride into unknown pleasure
Feel like a child
On a dark night
Wishing there was some kind of heaven
I could be warm with you smiling
Hold out your hand for a while
The victims
We know them so well
So well
The victims we know so well
They shine in your eyes
When they kiss and tell
Strange places we never see
But you're always there
Like a ghost in my dream
And I keep on telling you
Please don't do the things you do
When you do those things
Pull my puppet strings
I have the strangest void for you
Show my heart some devotion
Push aside those that whisper never
Feel like a child
On a dark night
Wishing we could spend it together
I could be warm with you smiling
Hold out your hand for a while
The victims
[Intro: P.R. Terrorist]
Not enough liquor, man
Go to the L.Q. or somethin' man
This shit is crazy right here, yo
The fuck... Terrorist shit, bitch
Yo, yo, yo
[P.R. Terrorist]
Rap's so vicious, attack tracks like bats on bitches
I'm sorry captain, but I be clappin' snitches
Bury a bastard in digits, rap for riches
Peel a cap back for my life, and my little misses
Big bushes from a seldom, seen dreams you choose to follow
Either it's soul or the slugs, and his toast was hollow
They part team will follow, surround the enemy
And talk about the shit tomorrow, while I'm loadin' my cargo
Stamp the barcode, on the CD's and ship 'em out lovely
Before the bootleggers try and dub me
Came a long way from nothin', and I still got a long way
Who would of thought some day, would of been makin' music
Could of been all up in your pockets, rock it to your eye socket
Don't knock it, please tell your man, don't cock it
Chances is slim, nigga take a glance at your kin
I'm countin' one -- any more seconds is the end
[Chorus: P.R. Terrorist]
I fell victim to the game (who to name, who to blame) [x8]
When I find out I'm gon' make them feel the pain
[P.R. Terrorist]
I'm on the block like any man
The difference between and you, is I understand
You askin' questions, 'what's that shit up in my hand'
Answer the questions, I fry that shit up in your pan, bitch-nigga
Understand, I'm the P.R.T., Error is this
His lyrics are unique and his vocals are crisp
Bang that shit in your jeeps, or in a block with the fifth
So, front on this, kid, front on this
So I can let the shit that's in my hand, light up my wrist
And let the shit that's in it, like, eat through your chest
I'm far from the best, I'm more like the worst, you've ever seen
Spit green phlem from blunts, same colors my jeans
And my boots'll be brown, geared up with street dial
Let the beats pound, cuz beef hound round the block
This is hip hop, niggaz fuck around and went pop
[Chorus x8]
[Just Da Barber]
I'm like the Phantom of the Opera, from the Little Shop of Horrors
It be Da Barber, slash rapper, slash reporter
I keep the revolver, tucked near the waist, don't even bother
With the all-starter, who get down like Vince Carter
Got it soul proper, cut your face like a chopper
Be the heart stopper, on the drop-of-the-dime rocker
Got it locked for all the Pradas, stash box under the rock
Keep a hard glock for hard knocks
So when the ball drops, I lick off four shots for four cops
Bounce outta state, open up four spots
More props to game, blocks to claim
Grown my own weed crops, spots the name
[P.R. Terrorist]
Knowledge to gain, Terrorist and Just re-aim
And when find the muthafucka, we gon' make him feel the pain
in a round centered table
they sit and judge your life
deciding when to hit you next
no remorse just fire in their eyes
aggreements and false words
promises, more lies
when revenge's the only thing
they seek
won't rest until you die
til you die, til you die
[Chorus]
no negotiations,
just retaliation
i'm a victim of your political loss
your false accusations
no communication,
just retaliation
i'm a victm of your political loss
your false accusations
hide behind their children
for propaganda and show
shouldn't their children be
at school
or be safe at home
violate your daily life with
fear you have within
that just oneday you'll be the one
a victim of their sin
their sin, their sin
[Chorus]
from the outside
you can't see what's real
the darkness has come
her life now has been changed
from the outside you
you can't see what's real
the truth lies behind a girl
who's parents have been killed
Billy sits alone and wonders what to do and where to
Billy grows tired every day and meaning seems to fade
away,
Billy knows he's not alone, he knows he's not to blame.
Others fear through ignorance,
And Billy's cared to stay among the whispers barely
spoken,
Billy feels contempt, indignant words from hypocrites,
To them it's God's revenge.
No-one to blame, there's only victims
No-one to blame, there's only victims
No-one to blame, there's only victims
No-one to blame, there's only victims
Billy worked with other men, to them was once a lad.
When they learned of Billy's story, went behind his
back,
Spread around the factory floor, then Billy got the
sack,
Friends have washed their hands of Billy, he feels so
betrayed.
No-one to blame, there's only victims
No-one to blame, there's only victims
No-one to blame, there's only victims
No-one to blame, there's only victims
Billy's young and Billy's dying, fighting every day.
The few he trusts will give him strength, they will not
walk away,
Love will never wash its hands, and never will betray,
Billy can't escape the truth, but he won't die alone.
Faces Of Death, 1, 2 and 3
Murder and violence on film
Perverted acts that infest the world
Is this really God's will?
Madman and butchers running the land
With a cross on their chest
And the good book in hand
Pointing a finger at those who oppose
Quieting the facts and truths undisclosed
Hatred, all of that is different
Victims, of the ones that you trust
Ignorance, controlling your actions
Victims
Watch the TV, and you'll see the news
The ends that our world is coming to
Falsified glory, delusions of grandeur
A true patriot kills at will
Madmen and sadists make their demands
With a cross on their chest
And the good book in hand
Dogs in high places deliver a curse, by splitting their
you are so changed since I met you
vague moments seem to come more often
why do you use it; throwing your life away
tearing your friends and family with you
first on party's, now you can't miss your daily dose
an egoist or just a stupid bastard
don't you see there's more to live for
you seem to be content, but are you?
why? are you thinking only about yourself
how! can you live like this; you only have yourself
when! will you realize, when will you realize
victims! why can't you see
sometimes I wonder why people use drugs
started as a game now there's nothing left for you
it isn't cool; it doesn't solve problems
you just create other ones you don't see
your body and emotions are like a shrinking nut
surrounded by a haze of unreality
creating your own perfect chaos
Walking home from work and she's almost there
But she's not alone and she's not aware
He throws her to the ground and says open wide
She can't get away as she starts to cry
He seems to get his pleasure from all her cries of pain
SHE WON'T FORGET!
The only fact remains she will never be the same
NEVER FORGET!
DON'T BECOME A VICTIM!
Don't be controlled
It could happen young and old
Don't stand for the abuse
Her step dads drunk again she can hear him yell
Just another night in her teenage hell
He busts into her room and he pulls her on the floor
After it all she crawls into her bed
SHE WON'T FORGET!
With all her secrets locked up inside her fucked up head
13 slut's deep inside the ground
scattered remain's never to be found
victimes of my black axe
raped and murderd raptured inside
skull eyes weep tears of blood
naked sacrificed dead
stole their soul's blackest of night
power stolen from their live's
their life force surges thru my veins
black magic sacrificed remains
i wrote these words with their blood
my missions completed
the holy church burns defeated
the blood on my hands
granted me the powers of with i speak
of 13 fuckin slut's now deceased
mortal remain's burried in lucifer's park
don't go there after dark
raped slaughterd decomopsed
Look around from face to face and see the reasons that we
came to this place
we've all been drawn together by one common theme
by one common need
we feel empty
we feel lonely
we feel useless
we feel powerless
we feel as though are lives will amount to nothing
is this all there is?
we want something more, is that too much to ask for
because we don't know if our lives make any sense
it's all part of the holes in our hearts that we don't
know how to fill
we just want something real
we've been told there is something wrong with us
we've been told we need some sort of salvation
but there is nothing in ourselves that we need saved from
On her way out
Crawling like an insect
Not even fully grown
But oh so painfully alone
On her way home
And still so alone
Nobody really gives a fuck
Where you are on your own
The victims baby the poor little victims
The victims baby the poor little victims
The victims baby the poor little victims
The victims baby the poor little victims
The victims baby the poor little victims
No more will I fall victim
To unwanted emotions
A heart so cold, a color of black
Not a shadow lighter, for weakness
Will rise to the surface
Why is a body plagued with this?
Enough pain to crumble the human mind
This time, the tables have turned
For a soul that is so filled with hate
Will endure, will endure
Give me the will of martyr
To prove a lesson learned
Help me remove this
From my stream of blood
A pain that yields fear
Do I fear what lies ahead?
Neglect that feeling of weakness
There is no option
An open mind brings me to rest
