Sitting here staring at my blood-covered hands

Thinking of nothing but what I've seen



So I went out again, tried to forget for an instant

Grabbed my victim, my work was about to begin

Why me? What did I do wrong? I've seen



I now fight the voice inside of me that wants me to do it again

Know that I must stop but it's a senseless trial

'Cause at the end it will overcome and I'll lose

And I'm out there again - why? 'Cause I've seen....