It's midnight and I'm thinking
about people and their fears
about anger and the beasts
how difficult is it to be
the one else's gun is heading for?

It is me or it's the others
who need to change their souls.
when I look deeply into mine
i see pain and bloodstain on my heart.

It's like someone stab me
one person, the one beast
but i see it everywhere i look
hundred of knives inside my chest
still feeling the burn between my breast.

it was you, her or even him?
or it was me? after all
Only me is the beast.