Victim's Story - Diabolic

-I was all alone, thats how the «easy target» came along

-You had no one to… to back you up?

-Nope, nobody…

Meet Joe, quiet type just an average dude

15 an outcast to the kids at his school

They took his silence as him Having an attitude

So the bullies there would whoop his ass every afternoon

Last Tuesday, he was just waiting on the lunch line

Patiently, minding his own business when some guy

Came from behind to put him in a sleeper hold

While his boy punched him in the face and couldn’t be controlled

They threw him to the ground kicked him while he’s down

A crowd formed around him laughing, calling him a clown

Now, he just laid there with teachers broke it up

Teary eyed, nose bleeding, eyes swollen shut

His parents picked him up, his Mother caused a scene

And Joe went from picked on to being quarantined

His father seemed ashamed, he could tell by how his face looked

Kids started rumors and harassin' him on facebook

Pain changed in his brain waves and became rage

8 days later payback was all he maintained

He had enough, finally he snapped

So he went to the drawer where His father kept his gat

Put it in his knapsack and took it into class with 'em

Looked at everybody lookin' at him and started blastin' 'em

12 dead laying there as Joe fled

To the lunch room and put a bullet in his own head.

(BANG)

-from the inner lasting affects of childhood bullying

-I literally didn’t know why they were being so mean to me… and they would

just say well you’re fat…

Meet Jane, slightly overweight and insecure

16, good grades, classmates are immature

Concerned with fashion, boys and who was rich or poor

They pointed at her and laughed when she walked in the door

Last Monday she was just getting dressed for gym class

Cruel girls called her fat said she needed Slim-Fast

She tried to ignore these hoes talking bout' her weight

But couldn’t help the tears from running down her face

Feeling outta place she ran out the locker room, to avoid ridicule Cuttin'

class was opportune

It’s a vicious cycle, went from A’s and B’s making mom proud

To self medicating, hangin' with the wrong crowd

Another helpless teen lackin' self-esteem

Beaten down by mean girls like it’s on the silver screen

She became a fiend, for oxy’s and percocet

Ran away from home, her mom’s a nervous wreck

She started losing weight eyes sunk into her face

Pill’s got too expensive he began shootin' H, made a few mistakes

Now she’s way beyond the wrong route

An all out thief, stole jewelery from her mom’s house

Walked out focused, headed to the pawn shop

Got paid, went to cop and this is where it all stops

People she had gone to cut a kilo of it wrong

Found her dead on the couch with a needle in her arm