And the penny drops,
all the fake smiles and guilt trips in the world.
Well they cant save you now.
Your twisted libido, you soulless fuck.
We're not even the same species.
So they say the road to hell is paved with good intentions.
Your intentions were never good.
Just keep doing exactly what you want.
Your conscience may not recognise how guilty you are.
But guess what, I do.

I'm not the only one.
There's many just like me, 
the ones you laughed at, humiliated, raped.
The endless character assassinations,
prepared to do anything to get ahead.
I can taste the bile in my mouth.
You made me this way, I assure you.
You did this to me and now,
old friend, there will be blood.

Revenge, is a dish best served cold.

Sell me a fake cure...

I never wanted your fake cure, your hang ups.
Your soulless sale of nymphomania.
You will atone for your best kept secrets I swear to you.
For the last time point your fucking finger,
I'm pointing mine right fucking back.
And for the first time you're gonna know
what its like to be the victim.

You tell me to be happy,
but all you're really saying is... be quiet...