I have the royalties,
of you multiple personalities
I am the source for all your cast
A result of the morbid childhood in your past
You breathe the breath of the breed behind the beast
Your body and mind your carnal self bears the image
of the total devastation of your own selfimage.
Your caracters varies from young to old
From happy to sad from shy to bold
Crazy of sane, it's all in your brain
But the question still remains
What do you look underneath the mast
I hope you don't mind if I ask
But the scars of misstreatment is spawned the same
It's just a fucking roleplaying game!!!!
