Incubus I am.
...
If my arms fail to work.
I will still hold you at night
If my legs fall shattered,
I can still run to you.
If my eyes be blind
I can still see you from afar.
If my brain ceases to work,
I will still have my heart,
It beats for you
with a bloody dismay,
I now come for you,


Incubus.