كلمات A Dish Better Served Coldly

What makes you think 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 ways can I show 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 honor to die for the truth Eye for an eye, tooth for tooth How many times must I say I'm not sorry? And how many ways can I show I don't care?