When all I can think about is you at the stake under fire and under trial
the noose being tightened around your already
bruised throat, by my hands, I should have vengeance justified and purified
in the flames from my mouth
I was the target, an innocent victim, who didn't ask for the bulls-eyes upon
my chest
what's done is done, but I want people to remember who won not the facts but
the score, who fought harder and
wanted it more revenge, justice seeded in our souls justified and purified
in the flames from the burning coals wrong
and right, strenght and might, but does 2 wrongs make a right? return fire,
my human desire, sharing that hate,
I deserve the same fate I realize this now, it's not too late to keep myself
from making the same mistake.