They are the proverbial victim.
In their eyes, that is.
They will spend a lifetime
shouting how they were done wrong,
how you abused them,
how you did this, how you did that.
But did you notice
that everything they claim
that you did to them
is exactly what they did to you?
It’s called Projection.
But they will never ever admit
they were wrong about anything,
and will go to the grave
still crying they were the victim.
Narcissists will shout
at the top of their lungs
that they are the poor victim
who was abused and betrayed by you.
They will present supposed “evidence”
that “proves” this theory.
But of course, it’s all a lie
because what they think is their truth
is actually your truth.
They just twist the truth to fit their theory.
They play the victim card so well,
they should carry their own piece of chalk!
~~~🎶SONG LYRICS🎵~~~
“VICTIM CARD”
VERSE 1:
You scream, you claw, you spit your lies,
A venomous grin behind your disguise.
Every word, a dagger thrown,
But the blood on your hands is your own.
You play the martyr, the bleeding saint,
But your truth’s a mirror of your hate.
Everything you blame on me,
Is your own reflection, can’t you see?
PRE-CHORUS:
I hear your cries, your desperate sound,
But your empire of blame is crumbling down.
CHORUS:
Richard, stop playing the victim,
Stop hiding behind your pain.
Your lies are fire, burning higher,
But the truth will drown your reign.
Stop playing the victim,
Your chalkboard’s dripping red.
Projection’s your disease,
But I’m alive, and you’re dead.
VERSE 2:
You twist the world into your cage,
A puppet master full of rage.
“Look at me, I’m broken, bruised,”
But every bruise is self-infused.
Your evidence, your twisted claims,
Are screams of guilt that wear your name.
I see the cracks behind your mask,
The fury hiding what you lack.
PRE-CHORUS:
I feel your venom, sharp and cold,
But your story’s lies will soon unfold.
CHORUS:
Richard, stop playing the victim,
Stop hiding behind your pain.
Your lies are fire, burning higher,
But the truth will drown your reign.
Stop playing the victim,
Your chalkboard’s dripping red.
Projection’s your disease,
But I’m alive, and you’re dead.
BRIDGE (PSYCHOTIC CLIMAX):
I’ve walked through your shadows,
Felt the teeth of your hate.
Every scream you launch at me,
Is a mirror of your own fate.
I’ll pull the chalk from your hands,
Trace the lines of your commands.
The victim’s throne will crack and break,
And I’ll watch you shatter, watch you wake.
FINAL CHORUS (SCREAMING, RAW):
Richard, stop playing the victim!
Stop hiding behind your lies!
Your empire of deceit is burning,
I’ll watch it fall before your eyes!
Stop playing the victim,
Your chalkboard’s full of blood!
Projection’s your disease,
And I’m alive… I’m done with your dead!
