The One

I saw the knife on the table and full of blood

It took me to walk in front of you

And showed me why I have to

I was nothing in the past

Someone came and taught me why I’m here

But he did in a hard way

So I woke up and tried to open my eyes then guess who I am

You don’t need to know my name because I have my own symbol

So, I stand here in front of you with this knife

Then I’ll show you the pain like he did

I know where I have to go

And I know whose blood I should take

I’m not a good man and I’m not a bad man

It’s not about revenge so that I choose this way

But you have to know something that you never know before

Why do they scream, cry, beg then die?

The crime is in front of your eyes

You need to feel it

And I’m here because of them

Because I don’t know who I am

I’ll keep walking with my soul

It’s my hell with the hundreds of pain

Until I die, the knife will stop taking your blood