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Which, if not victory, is yet revenge.
Which, if not victory, is yet revenge.
Life being what it is, one dreams of revenge.
Life being what it is, one dreams of revenge.
And where the offense is, let the great axe fall.
And where the offense is, let the great axe fall.
An eye for an eye will only make the whole world blind.
An eye for an eye will only make the whole world blind.
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 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.
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.
Revenge, at first though sweet,
Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.
Revenge, at first though sweet,
Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.
'Tis more noble to forgive, and more manly to despise, than to
revenge an Injury.
'Tis more noble to forgive, and more manly to despise, than to
revenge an Injury.
