I’m standing in the room
In the unknown room
Looking in the mirror
Face familiar to me
It must be my face
But I don’t remember
I don’t have nor name nor home
I don’t know where I am from
All I have – the blood on hands
Am I murder or mad?
For what case is the knife
Is lying on the floor
I turn around and see
The blood flows from the door
Why are me hands in blood
I cannot understand
I’m scared if it’s me
Who kept that knife in my hand
I’m opening the door
And I’m seeing girl
Lying with no moving
Deepest wound in her neck
All the bed in blood
And my photo near
My memory returns
I fall away in past
Now I recall my way
The way that won’t be last
Who was for me this girl
Is not important fact
I take the knife in hand
Your darkest fear is back