My muse, my faith
The things we thought were perfect
that would be there till the end
it seems as if they disappeared so fake, purely, pretend.
An imaginary heart inside an imaginary chest
will slowly burst and fall apart the question is merely when
I was a fake, I was afraid
I have left everything I had,
I have left everything I made
You are my muse you are my faith you were the last storm ever wanted to brave.
We built our kingdom on misery of selfishness and bred
the creature here that I've become
a monster in my head
I've destroyed what's left of the world I had
pillage, razed, and planned
for the downfall of my sanity without a conscious hand.
I was a fake, I was afraid
I have left everything I had,
I have left everything I made you are my muse you are my faith
you were the last storm
I ever wanted to brave.
maybe it's my heart that's broke or the sudden lack thereof
that stripped me of all sympathy I just don't know how to love
I tried and soon I lose myself I've dug myself a grave
I have created my own hell
I was a fake I was afraid
I left everything I had
I had left everything I made
you were my muse, you were my faith
you were the last storm I ever wanted to brave.