Vendetta

I'm a thorn in your back
A sore pain in your neck
And you can't fight back
I'm going to break your neck

I'll make you quake with fear
All you can do is drop a tear
Unto you I'll turn your fear
Because all I do is rip and tear

I'm society's well made mess
What was asked, nothing less
An incarnation of your own mess
I'll deliver what is deserved, no less

I'll make you clean up all this
I'll tell you what all this is
Beneath the rumble and all this
Buried and unknown, the truth is