I will not run, I will not stray, I'll still be here when you return...
someday.

I've got a vendetta.
But, I’m still breathing, I’m still alive, you tried to ruin me, to crucify.
I've got a vendetta.
It burns in my veins, it’s sweet revenge when I see your pain.
I've got a vendetta.
It’s not a physical attack, but with every breath I get you back.
I've got a vendetta.
It gets me through, I keep on living in spite of you.

Hands feel like shotguns, locked and loaded.
Smoke feels like oxygen, clean and crisp.
Mind set on chaos and destruction.
Let it burn.
Let it burn!

Jean and cotton bread crumb trail sways down the hall,
Wall hangings and table tops twisted after the storm's calm,
Bedside table her earrings rest like her head on my chest,
Sun shines threw the window lighting her hair, caressing her cheek, polishing the diamonds in her eyes.
Viewing Heaven without death, she is the thief to my breath.

Spread the cush
Give'r a shush
Warn the push
Baby
We're goin' in the ****.

Both I have and both I give,
both makes my life leak like a sieve.
If I give up both maybe I'll live?