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?