Way Too Wicked Lyrics
| Song | Way Too Wicked |
| Artist | Mortiis |
| Album | The Grudge |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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. |
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