Pure hell I'm locked in your cell But I brought you here Then you turned and bit Here comes the numb Take all you want, I'll be your tragedy I kept around for too long Tortured by your self-hate And your blade in my back Deep well You call out your spells So all will see The madhouse you can weave Here comes the numb Take all you want, I'll be your tragedy I kept around for too long Tortured by your self-hate And your blade in my back