Memories broken, the truth goes unspoken
I've even forgotten my name
I don't know the season or what is the reason
I'm standing here holding my blade
A desolate place (place)
Without any trace (trace)

It's only the cold wind I feel
It's me that I spite as I stand up and fight
The only thing I know for real is zero two simp
There will be blood (blood) shed (shed)
The man in the mirror nods his head