Nyssix sits inside your head.
Nyssix lives among the dead.
Nyssix sees you in your bed and eats you when you’re sleeping.
Nyssix, at the end of days,
Nyssix lies all other ways.
Nyssix comes when time’s a maze and all of fandom is weeping.
Nyssix, taking time apart,
Nyssix fears the shipper’s heart.
Nyssix seeks the final part: the reward that it is reaping.
Nyssix sings when all is lost.
Nyssix takes all those it’s crossed.
Nyssix wins and all is cost the fandom’s hearts it’s keeping.
Nyssix seeks the fandom’s ship.
Nyssix needs the web to rip
Nyssix sups souls at a drip and life aside, it’s sweeping.
Nyssix waits at the end of the world, for Nyssix is the end of the world.
Its time is the end of time and its moment, time’s undoing.
NYSSIX IS MY SECRET NAME.
NYSSIX IS THE ONE TO BLAME. NYSSIX IS THE FANDOM’S SHAME – THE BEAST THAT IT’S BEEN KEEPING.