Sugartooth (Mundus Vult Decipi - Part I)

Shut up — your talk is cheap
Once again you turned on me
My heart — now dead
My fists say what needs to be said
Blood boiling — every nerve alive
Your screams rise — kissing the sky
You can try to pretend
Wishing this story has a happy end
Revenge tastes so sweet
I will use your every word
As a weapon against you
Now is the time
This is the place
I want your head served on a stake
Revenge so sweet
Blood stains my teeth