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.

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    General CommentThis song OWNS!
    I love the anger of this album and how mortiis is just over the saddness expressed in the smell of rain!
    Amazing song by an amazing band!
    A.Mon March 03, 2006   Link

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