This anger which direct a fist to somebody's face
 This fire which changes the matter into dust
 This hate which is poison of the blood
 This madness which controls the mind

 I take out a knife to give it to others

 I wear the coat of hypocrisy
 Dull mind sends misty waves of noise
 Shorter and shorter is the thread on the spool of time

 I take out a knife to give it to others
 Like an echo repeat curses
 One of the wingless creatures