So often we are wounded
  By our own transgressions
But do not even know
  We are the one to blame

Until we take a look
  At ourselves in the mirror
To see the part we played
  In the devil's grand scheme

We must be prepared
  To see his evil plan
How he gave us the knife
  We used to cut with our own hand

A knife we freely took
  Too eagerly to wield
By our own mind's hook
  That our pride allowed to yield