My power.

Do you really want to take a chance?

Do you really think I won't do it?

You think I won't go back to those days?

The days of pain, and blood?

I'm not afraid to go back,

I've never been afraid to go back.

I just choose to not go back.

But lately, it feels as though

I should go back.

Then, possibly, I'd be happy.

Happy, with the power of my life,

In my hands.