FRIENDLY REVENGE
It’s a hunger it’s a lust, I will continue to pursue until this soul becomes dust I do not need nothing, zit, zero, zoom natda squart till I’ve found that which I’ve lost Come to think about it, I never lost it; it was stolen from me, from a hand that I so trust If I seek revenge on the thieves of my soul, I must punish those I trusted first Beyond the songs I hear from the shadows and spirits of the undead I hunger for the souls of those that would not die; the living and well feed They are the thieves and the hands I sowed all my seeds in They are the ones that walked with me, beside me and then behind me Bloody ingrate, fools and shallow buggers of a kind They think me weak because of my kindness, how sad My friendliness with an enemy friend cost me my end But an unscripted chapter has been written for my cause To bring to an end this unending tale whose wish was to see me this dead This is my hunger and my crave, my unfed appetit...