The Perfector 가사

The way he walks makes me shudder and sweat His breaths are silent, my palms are getting wet He is always close, in the periphery of my sight Why does he infect me with his presence? His sickness drains all light He has me kneeling, not in body but in mind He has never spoken, yet he is the one that commands me The cuts, the burn marks, are those his doing or my own? In my confusion, he embraces me and eases my pain My behavior conducted by the one that infects my mind My persona perfected, though into madness it winds Oh lord, why have you forsaken me? The pain is unbearable