Analysis of Unaware

I'm on the side of wreaking havoc,
On the borderline of breaking savvy,
You do not know me, nor will you ever,
But only few may know where I come from.

The pen I write with my hand...
The ink it uses is my blood.
So why do you steal it from me
To fraudulently write crap about me?

I am unaware about what you say behind my back,
But I demand that you say it to my face.
Do not underestimate my situation,
Or you may fall upon yourself for doing so.

Walk with me and end this world,
Walk with me and never be sober again,
Walk with me and you will see
Why I am always craving for revenge.