Sometimes we are driven by our hate And changes are already too late Coz your half face is hiding in shadow Where conscience is trapped down below Losing your eyes to see the truth Not knowing someone is coming through Creature that collects your scattered rage Then set free what you've locked in your cage The undriven hands is voluntary moving Searching for vengeance when enemies lying You've lost your battle though you've won The unsaid was already been done The Aftertime will slap to wake beneath you For you to figure out that the monster is in you....