Requital

I will be a poison if I cannot be a cure

We who were so many flowers will become a thousand thorns

Revenge is act of mourning for all extinguished flames

We will launch fresh fire at the few who are to blame

The few who hoarded everything from us many who lost it all

A spiteful pull at a thread of wool

Will see the shirt now spoiled

Will see the shirt now spoiled

If I am going to burn then you are going to burn

For the wasting of all the world is a punishment you have earned

I'll drip in my blood to spite the wine

A kick at the wheel and a thorn in your eye

I'll piss into the gears, soil the holes of work and toil

A spiteful pull at a thread of wool

Will see the shirt now spoiled

Will see the shirt now spoiled

The men who have stolen our lives

Cannot be allowed to enjoy their prize

A spiteful pull at a thread of wool

Will see the shirt now spoiled

Will see the shirt now spoiled