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