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.