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