Way Too Wicked - Mortiis

I killed my muse yesterday, or was it yesteryear?

And I built you the great machine to amplify my fear

Would it matter to you if I say nothing as I walk away?

Did you know you’re a soul predator?

So fucked by the great machine

The perfect instigator

Redeem, redeem, redeem!!!

I can see you down below

I can see what you really are

I can see the one who stole my soul

You’re nothing, just another scar

False though I may be

I tried so hard, so long

Now it’s time for me

How could I be?

In this ugly light of truth

My slumber finally came undone

The devil is inside of you

None of this was ever true

(What if) I could open up to you

Like a big black stinking hole

With sexteen thousand screaming demons

Tearing at your soul

(But you wouldn’t care)

I want to see you knee deep in the shit you pulled me through

I want to make believe I’m dead so you can feel it too

My muse is a dead soul

My muse is so cold

My muse has a heart of stone

My muse is dead and gone

My muse has the voice of God

My muse is a beautiful fraud

False though I may be, I tried so hard and now it’s time for me

Help me up so you can bring me down, how could I be so wrong?

Help me up so you can bring me down to hell where I belong

Your absence makes me way too wicked…

You presence makes me you way too wicked…

We’re just way too damaged inside