(Composição: Graham Lewis) In an act of contrition I lay down by your side It's not your place to comment On my state of distress For this is for real I've tears in my eyes Am I laughing or crying? I suggest I'm not lying I haven't found a measure yet to Calibrate my displeasure yet so To ignore my warning Could be your folly The judgment is harsh I offer no plea Valuing the vengeance which you treasure I've redefined the meaning of vendetta The procession's disordered You protect your possessions In light of your actions I question your love May I make an observation Your bite is worse than my aggression I should have known better I should have known better Than to become a target Albeit a target which moves No offer of terms or concessions For statements or confessions You don't feel warm I pass close by You shiver, I whisper Excuse me, what's your problem? Oh, I see I should have known better I should have known better You should have known I should have known better I should have known better I should have known better I should have known
