what i can do now it's time
how can i be the bad part of me
what can i do to get free?
holding an instrument to satisfy his lust
he commits suicide break his mind
a mind confused i feel so slow
cause that's the only thing i can do
i'm taking the knife to finish my life
but this strange feeling comes up again
this evil lust takes over me
through the backstreet of the town
now he's only an old imagine
in his hand a blade of solid steel
now it's the time you've got it to feel