My treacherous aura sends cold shivers down your spine, anger, the irreparably broken faucet in me
I\'m numb to self-inflicted pain, and at night I fear no monsters for a legion of them puppeteer me
Literal chains are trivial for my soul is facing time, Uh! Sinister voices have my ears and control my intentions
A tough cookie and hard to delimit, I\'m a mystery to both you and me.
My sanity is your insanity, and agony nurtures pleasure within.