You're mirrored metal and slick black plastic and broken radio waves (you singular, you plural). Sick fires heating cold steel, ticking hearts beating in 8/8 time together.

(black leather, hot bare skin, living and dead flesh, how fitting to you singular, you plural)

You (both) take wry amusement from giving this new meaning to the phrase "self-love". There's nothing you do better. You might as well be honest with yourself (yourselves).

You're a one man (two man three man four man) endless hall of looking glasses behind looking glasses.