What Makes you thing that you have won

When the battle has only just begun?

Let the punishment fit the crime

Bad things come to those in all good time



My mistake was to put you first

Deceitful bubble was so soon to burst

I asked you - believe in just us

Now my faith lie in mine own justice



How many times must i say I'm not sorry?

And how many was can i show you i don't care?



Rotting bodies of enemies

Cannot smell sweet enough to me

What is the price of a friend

Who would carry out revenge?



In this bleak world of absent laws

One in which the just are whores

An honour to die for the truth

Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth



How many times must i say i'm not sorry?

And how many ways can i show

I don't care?