...A Dish Best 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?

How many times must I say I'm not sorry?

And how many ways can I show I don't care?