| I’ve got the discipline, i’ve got control
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| i’ve got the guts to take your blows
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| and you won’t see me coming for you
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| revenge is an art, i play by its rules…
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| The pain i suffered, repaid tenfold
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| insult, mockery, all the lies I’m told
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| but i can wait, i can restrain
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| the plan unravelling in my brain.
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| And when the time’s right you won’t escape
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| i’ll have no mercy, no soul, just rage
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| and then i’ll strike and strike again
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| i will teach you all 'bout pain.
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| This is my revenge
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| your end, your punishment
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| too late to repent
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| this is my revenge
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| The art of revenge is an art with an end
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| a pain to deploy a means to destroy.
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| This is my revenge
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| your end, your punishment
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| too late to repent
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| this is my revenge |