revenge

to even
the cold truth in us is weaven
we say not
but at the bottom of the pot
is the scum we hide
and it'll take you for a ride
to steal from me
you'd be shot you see
and i'd sleep peacefuly

to hurt me
is to mudilate a body
i'm dead and cold

but to hurt my love
is to ask for torture
she may not be mine
but she was
and my love remaines
and to hurt her
i'd hunt you tell nothing left of me but remains
to hell and back

and to distory that witch i creat i'd hunt
distory something of yours

and in a grudge match i'd kill myself
if it hurts you