Way Too Wicked

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