I've crawled through the ashes left behind by my downfall with knuckles made of brass I fought and still stood tall You thought you destroyed me but I made it through So don't ask for pity, this revenge is for you As my scars are barely healing and my wounds remain undried I am happy to be feeling, that it's your turn to cry You've spent your life basking, with the sun in your face now it's your turn to be asking for my mercy & grace I want to see you broken, shattered & worn down, it's just a little token from the strength I 've found I want you to beg me to take you back again it will make me happy to know you're suffering