Revenge, a flame that burns heavily in my heart,
The fire burns, a rage I can't define
Betrayal cuts deep, the wound still shown,
The memories haunt, and settles on the abyss in my mind,
So I'll rise from the ashes, like a Phoenix born,
Making you regret the day you were born,
My revenge, it won't be sweet,
"need a bag of nails and bricks
To lay down on the floor
So if you fail to land a flip you can feel what I felt".
Recall that I'm once and still the demon that vomits the truth.