Victim

Who knows. I think I over-steeped the tea...

Victim

Fortune has got it out for me.

Did Her wrong once upon a time.

Something about the ministry.

And a questionable old rhyme.

I mind my manners just like I should.

Why sometimes I even toe the line.

I ain't no criminal, no Robin Hood.

I know which side of the chapel is mine.

So what went wrong? Where did I falter?

I can't repair those damages unseen.

Did I get it all backwards at the altar?

Forget to beg my way out of this scene?

Not my style to beg your forgiveness.

Don't hunger for your absolution.

Never felt it was anybody's business.

I just muddle out my own solution.

But no, that seems too simple a play.

It's not real until I've cried and I've bled.

You're not happy 'til you've had your way.

Beaten the point 'til it's well and truly dead.

Well let it out, shake it all loose.

Make the Scene bubblin' deep inside.

Someday you'll realize there's no use.

I'm hardly affected by your pride.

So here I go. I'm truly done.

You and Fortune have a blast.

Need a target? I'm not the one.

Go find a victim that will last.