And if I were you I'd fear me more than death himself, because when I am through with all I'll do you'll wish to burn in hell. So let us open the gates of hell for the likes of you. May God rest your soul when we are through. This is our vengeance. Orphan of broken dreams: Your word isn't what it seems. You're jealous and weak: Stay humble and meek And one day you might succeed. Maybe one day I'll probably make more of an impact than you'll ever fake and I'll take what is rightfully mine. You ran away so I'm calling the shots this time. I'll take their hopes I'll take their dreams I'll take everything that would ever mean a single hint of trust from them you never cared so I will always win.