You and I are fighting separate wars
Despite your lie, you know what mine is for
Looking back, you had the upper hand;
Your sanctimonious demands
You might try to use them
Just to bind my hands
Time tested as it is
The choice plagues me again:
Lay down my sword and quit
Or swing for your neck again
This attrition can’t be taught
An obsession from having not
Cause all the blood you took
Left me with a thirsting lust
I will return to haunt:
Iron cast in a consummate flame
A self-reliant industry
Forged to hack down all life in its way
This attrition can’t be taught
An obsession from having not
To follow my prey to the end
Drag you back from the depths
When I return with the spoils of my pleasure
I’ll hold up your head
It’s just as well
You stand a better chance in hell