[Spoken:]
The night sky feels as though it is in heavenly darker,
With the fleeting hope of vengeance
compelling me I won't tempt to recollect myself from loosing my chase
But what is it that I am chasing?
Am I really chasing anything at all?
Or am I simply drowning myself in revenge to avoid the glorifying truth,
I've lost the only thing that made me feel truly alive.
Are my hands responsible? Are these? Who was he?
Who was the mad man that stood before me tonight?
I swear I've seen his face before.
I know I've seen his face before
The night sky feels as though it is in heavenly darker,
With the fleeting hope of vengeance
compelling me I won't tempt to recollect myself from loosing my chase
But what is it that I am chasing?
Am I really chasing anything at all?
Or am I simply drowning myself in revenge to avoid the glorifying truth,
I've lost the only thing that made me feel truly alive.
Are my hands responsible? Are these? Who was he?
Who was the mad man that stood before me tonight?
I swear I've seen his face before.
I know I've seen his face before