Sneaking out at 1 am, Just to come back home again The lifeguard tower's where it's at, You make me feel so desperate Twist my words around again, I
: Chorus: The victims we know so well They shine in our eyes When they kiss and tell Strange places we never see But you?re always there Like a ghost
in your side. Something is pulling me down. Too late to repent. Victimized. A trail of crimson from your eyes. Eternal scourge. I crucify your hope. Victim
: Victime, victime ideale sous influence, Dans ce monde ou tout n'est qu' apparence On a viole ton innocence Mais ce n'est pas toi, 13 ans ce n'est pas ca Victime, victime
: [Verse 1:] We may not have the answers Oh oh oh I know that we can change some of the things that are beyond our control And the vision of us may be
The time has come. Just like the old days you shut me out. I feel forever unknown. Something so miniscule, has become even smaller. But it's just
Always starting things! Always causing trouble. Get out of my life in the double! Always making promises you'll never make. Ruining innocent lifes
Aqui estamos amigos! Siempre hasta el final. No sabes nada de mi tipo. Sabes nada de mi cultura. Debes de ver de donde estoy! Aqui estamos amigos
Takeing it away from me! Black soul! I never knew true meanings for love. I pretend to know. Excuses to escape the torment of real life. That brings
man I?m a victim of the occasion... I?m a victim of the occasion... I?m a victim of the occasion... A fuckin? victim of the occasion... I?m a victim
doesn't feel right. She wants to be alone. A drunken blur at 3: a.m. and you wait some more. WAKE UP You're a victim, and addicted to false promises
u way to wrong shawty u way to grown why u waistin your time oh [B5:] Any body out there ever been a victim why u let him treat u like a victim girl
Hallo Deustchland ich bins Blumio Mein Lieblingswort diese Woche lautet Hurensohn Letzte Woche war mein Lieblingswort Opfer Ich glaub nachste Woches
This is the sound of tooth against bone against cheering crowds and broken homes. this is the end of my rope, so bite down...tell me how this concrete
[Verse 1] All these hippies just to say just a bunch of whacked out freaks what you are is almost done is all coming down on you [Chorus] 25 years too
Know I can afford it M16 to the head drunk punks don't sell themselves all they do, is get drunk That's enough to kill a horse Some day one day but of
Here we are once again (getting drunk is not enough) Spray it all over our heads (god I love that fucking stuff) It fizzes all over me (getting glued
Oh yes! Down in the bar every fucking night getting in trouble and getting into fights If you lost your job or if you lost your home If your girlfriend
