MEMORY'S BROKEN THE TRUTH GOES SPOKEN I EVEN FORGOTTEN MY NAME I DON'T KNOW THE SEASON OR WHAT IS THE REASON I'M JUST STANDING HOLDING MY BLADE
A DESOLATED PLACE WITHOUT ANY TRACE IS ONLY THE COLD WIND I FEEL

STANDING HERE I REALIZE YOU'RE JUST LIKE ME TRYING TO MAKE HISTORY
BUT WHO'S TO JUDGE THE RIGHT FROM WRONG WHEN OUR GUARD'S DOWN I THINK WE BOTH AGREE
THAT VIOLENCE BRINGS VIOLENCE BUT IN THE END IT HAS TO BE THIS WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY