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 sixteen 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 tough I may be I tried so hard and now its 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 abscence makes me way too wicked
Your prescence makes you way too wicked
We're just way too damaged inside