Those who plot the destruction of others often fall themselves.
[Lat., Saepe intereunt aliis meditantes necem.]

Those who plot the destruction of others often fall themselves.
[Lat., Saepe intereunt aliis meditantes necem.]

All the old knives
That have rusted in my back, I drive in yours.

All the old knives
That have rusted in my back, I drive in yours.

There is no revenge so complete as forgiveness.

There is no revenge so complete as forgiveness.

Last night I had a revelationSomehow I have to make you payIt's all about manipulationAnd what it takes to get read more

Last night I had a revelationSomehow I have to make you payIt's all about manipulationAnd what it takes to get my wayI don't believe in soft solutionsNo one makes a fool of meWithout receiving retributionNo one hurts me and goes freeI'll play on your fears, I'll leave you in tearsYou'll never be the same, my friendYou're walking a line, it's a matter of timeYou'll never rest easy againI've got the power to bring you downI've heard it said, to err is humanIt's forgiveness that's divineI thought about forgiving you, butI want revenge, I want what's mineI think it's time to settle scores nowIt's time to set the record straightYou'll know it's coming, you won't know howOr when, you'll have to watch and waitI'll play on your fears, I'll leave you in tearsYou'll never be the same, my friendYou're walking a line, it's a matter of timeYou'll never rest easy againI've got the power to bring you downYou know, it feels intoxicatingTo be intimidatingIt's invigoratingTo see you shakingI've got the power to bring you downYou know something, you see it coming, You know I will stop at nothing.

Revenge is always the weak pleasure of a little and narrow mind.
[Lat., Semper et infirmi est animi exiguique read more

Revenge is always the weak pleasure of a little and narrow mind.
[Lat., Semper et infirmi est animi exiguique voluptas Ultio.]

A man that studieth revenge keeps his own wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well.

A man that studieth revenge keeps his own wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well.

No more tears now; I will think about revenge.

No more tears now; I will think about revenge.

'Tis an old tale, and often told;
But did my fate and wish agree,
Ne'er had been read more

'Tis an old tale, and often told;
But did my fate and wish agree,
Ne'er had been read, in story old,
Of maiden true betray'd for gold,
That loved, or was avenged, like me!

Revenge is a kind of wild justice; which the more man's nature
runs to, the more ought law to read more

Revenge is a kind of wild justice; which the more man's nature
runs to, the more ought law to weed it out.