WAY TOO WICKED (PSYCOTIC COMATOSE MIX
Mortiis Lyrics


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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.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Mortiis's "Way Too Wicked" (Psychotic Comatose Mix) are about the singer's struggle with their own creative process and a toxic relationship. The line "I killed my muse yesterday or was it yesteryear?" suggests that the singer has lost their inspiration and creativity, or perhaps they have gotten rid of the person who used to inspire them. They have built a "great machine" to amplify their fear, which could represent the creative process or anxiety caused by the toxic relationship.


The chorus "Did you know you're a soul predator? So f**ked by the great machine. The perfect instigator. Redeem, redeem, redeem!!!" describes how the toxic person in their life is a soul predator, taking away their inspiration and turning it into fear, which is amplified by the "great machine." The singer wants redemption from this person and the situation.


The bridge "False though I may be, I tried so hard and now it's time for me" suggests that the singer has been pretending to be someone they're not in order to please the toxic person. They have realized the truth and it's time for them to be themselves again. The ending lines "Your absence makes me way too wicked...You presence makes me way too wicked...We're just way too damaged inside" reveal that even without the toxic person, the singer is still damaged and struggling.


Line by Line Meaning

I killed my muse yesterday, or was it yesteryear?
I don't remember when exactly I lost my inspiration and motivation.


And I built you the great machine to amplify my fear.
I gave you a tool that could provoke and feed off my anxieties.


Would it matter to you if I say nothing as I walk away?
You don't care about me, so my leaving won't make a difference to you.


Did you know you're a soul predator?
You drain people's energy and manipulate them to your advantage.


So f**ked by the great machine.
You're trapped and affected by the same machine that amplifies my fear.


The perfect instigator.
You know how to provoke and incite people to act in certain ways.


Redeem, redeem, redeem!!!
You need to make up for your wrongdoings and be forgiven for your sins.


I can see you down below.
I can see through your façade and see your true intentions and nature.


I can see what you really are.
I know your true nature and intentions, which are not good or pure.


I can see the one who stole my soul.
You are the reason I lost my inspiration and motivation, and you drained my energy and spirit.


You're nothing, just another scar.
You don't have any value or significance to me, you're just another emotional wound.


False though I may be.
Even though I might not be truthful or authentic.


I tried so hard, so long.
I made a great effort and struggled for a considerable amount of time.


Now it's time for me.
It's time for me to leave and move on from this situation.


How could I be?
I can't believe how delusional and manipulated I was by you.


In this ugly light of truth.
Now that I see things for what they truly are, it's terrifying and ugly.


My slumber finally came undone.
I woke up and realized the reality of the situation.


The devil is inside of you.
You have evil intentions and are possessed by malevolent forces.


None of this was ever true.
Our relationship and interactions were never genuine or sincere.


I could open up to you.
I could reveal my innermost thoughts and fears to you.


Like a big black stinking hole.
But that would only lead to a dark and negative place.


With sexteen thousand screaming demons.
My fears and anxieties are so overwhelming and intense that they feel like demonic entities.


Tearing at your soul.
These demons would rapidly and viciously consume your spirit.


But you wouldn't care.
You wouldn't have any empathy or concern for my suffering.


I want to see you knee deep in the shit you pulled me through.
I want to see you experience the same pain and suffering that you inflicted on me.


I want to make believe I'm dead so you can feel it too.
I want you to understand the gravity of your actions and the harm they caused me.


My muse is a dead soul.
My source of inspiration and creativity is gone and lifeless.


My muse is so cold.
My inspiration and motivation have become distant and detached.


My muse has a heart of stone.
My source of creativity and passion has become cold and unfeeling.


My muse is dead and gone.
My source of inspiration and creativity is permanently lost and gone forever.


My muse has the voice of God.
My source of inspiration and creativity provides me with divine wisdom and insight.


My muse is a beautiful fraud.
My source of inspiration and creativity is attractive and seductive, but ultimately deceptive and false.


Help me up so you can bring me down, how could I be so wrong?
Even though I was vulnerable and needed your help, you took advantage of me and caused me harm.


Help me up so you can bring me down to hell where I belong.
You only bring me pain and misery, which feels like being in a hellish situation.


Your absence makes me way too wicked...
Without your presence, I become too consumed by my negative thoughts and emotions, which leads me to be cruel and malevolent.


You presence makes me you way too wicked...
Your presence in my life worsens my negative thoughts and emotions, leading me to be more cruel and malevolent.


We're just way too damaged inside.
We both have experienced harm and trauma that has left us emotionally scarred and dysfunctional.




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