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.