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.