The Avenger

Seeing the light at the end of the room

impossible to even touch

asking myself if it's useful to try

'cause the torture would be too much

You are the cruel inventor of this play

using my mind, betrayal

Can't stand it no more, the heat is too much

I will have to tell the truth

or will my conscience allow the thought of a lie

so it's easier to say goodbye

I won't take the easy way

of a quick selfdestruct

I will plan my revenge in a subtle way

something you will not expect

for years you have used the goodness in my heart

you manipulated everything I touched

but now the tide has turned, I payed for what I did

I can taste the sweetness of my revenge

I am the cruel inventor of this game

using your mind, to play

I am the sweet avenger in this game

and you will never play again