The night sky feels as though it has never been darker
With the fleeting hope of vengeance compelling me I will attempt to recollect myself and resume my chase
But what is it that I'm chasing?
I'm not really chasing anything at all
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 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