I have a confession to makenAnd it's not something I'm very proud ofnActually, that's a lie - I'm a little bit proudnHere goes...nnOn the night of The PhoenixnWhen you found that your weapon was gonenSurely left at the last battlenI lent you mine so the show would go onnnBut now, finally, the truthnIt was I who had stole it awaynTo the highest rafters of The MatrixnIt sat untouched there for hundreds of daysnnNeither Goepel nor IzennPlayed a part in this treacherous rusenBut it was their deepest wishesnYou'd find an axe more befitting of younnSomething ballsy and classicnLike the weapon you're wielding todaynBut the bottom line is this:nI lied to you, I stole from you and I'm sorry