• I sit here with a knife in my hand
    What to do with it?
    I do not understand

    Inside my head a dark creature calls
    I try to block them
    But my mental strength falls

    I can't grasp the reason
    It keeps slipping away
    No way for me to stop this treason

    But not today
    I cannot leave
    Please just go away

    I still sit with a knife in my hand
    Waiting for an answer
    But do not understand

    A voice gives an order
    To draw blood from my arm
    I feel my sanity crossing the border

    I want to keep living
    I don't want to die
    Please leave you evil being

    A final remark and I hold the knife tighter
    I feel feeble and helpless
    As blood spills my head grows lighter

    Then I drop the knife
    Slowly backing away
    But still, I don't understand