作词 : 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 f**ked 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. |
zuo ci : 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 f ked 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. |
zuò cí : 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 f ked 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. |