I’m standing in the room In the unknown room Looking in the mirror Face familiar to me It must be my face But I don’t remember
I don’t have nor name nor home I don’t know where I am from All I have – the blood on hands Am I murder or mad?
For what case is the knife Is lying on the floor I turn around and see The blood flows from the door Why are me hands in blood I cannot understand I’m scared if it’s me Who kept that knife in my hand
I’m opening the door And I’m seeing girl Lying with no moving Deepest wound in her neck All the bed in blood And my photo near
My memory returns I fall away in past Now I recall my way The way that won’t be last Who was for me this girl Is not important fact I take the knife in hand Your darkest fear is back