Somewhere I'll find the truth Though I doubt, I wonder Is there a truth to be found? Where lies the soul of my being The purpose of my presence. The theme that haunts me Carved with a knife On to my feeble skin. Several years before Negative pulse arisen from shore All my sense appeared gone Yet reason came back to me Sword-carved skin! Like a storm, it made me forget But still I remember. Nothing can drive this pain away Though I doubt, I wonder Is there are a truth to be found? The days grow in sorrow As the blood soaks the ground. The theme that haunts me Carved with a knife On to my feeble skin. "I feel the powers coming back Closed wounds start bleeding again The earth below my feet Urging me to take command Of this pathetic form of growth We call life..." I do not fear them Though ignorance can be mistaken for I only fear myself Apparently I should.