The night sky feels as if it's never been darker
With the fleeting hope of vengeance compelling me
I will hope to recollect myself and resume my chase
But what is it that I'm chasing
Am I really chasing anything at all
Or am I simply drowning myself in revenge to avoid the horrifying truth?
I've lost the only thing that made me feel truly alive. Are my hands responsible? Are his? Who was he? Who was the madman that stood before me tonight? I swear I've seen his face before...I know I've seen his face before...