hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Like a phoenix from the ashes,
ashes, I am reborn.
If you wanted to bury hatchets,
you should\'ve brought a shovel.
You should know what you\'re in for,
you\'re in for some trouble.
If you want to weave a web,
a web of lies,
well I can be Athena,
Athena in disguise.
Our love can be Arachne\'s,
Arachne\'s tapestry,
tapestry torn.
Cause hell hath no fury
like a woman,
woman
scorned.