Psychoanalyse me if you want to, but you can't dissect my mind,
Just imagine all the awful things you'd find,
Demons inhabit every cell,
All those monstrous, warped secrets that I could never tell,
Footage of those glass-shard-slit-wrist moments of my life,
All the lies, each stroke of every knife,
My life's darkest hours in astonishing HD,
All the pain that fate has thrown at me,
Do you really want to see all those?
Fighting stance, in eager wait of you, my many demons pose.