June 2003. English.

Yet a hidden scar
Would wake up
When comes the dawn

Beyond my face
A wound lies
Darkening my soul

Should I be torn
Between my faith
And my sin

I shall reckon
I am not the one
I did seem

You’ve been misled
T’was nothing but a game
I was the player

You were just a toy
Sorry I broke it
I was the killer