See how it withers around the edges
A little wasted, if you ask me
What if this isn't my creation?
I don't think it's what I wanted (to become)
Maybe I ask a little too much
But you never know until you try
In seeking godliness
I found the things I despise
(They're out there, everywhere)
Keep on pushing, push it down further
How can this be
What I asked for?
I hate the way you look at me-
Reckless, prodigal, decadent,
You're right- there's a monster inside
And I'll be damned if I hide it
Welcome to the future
I am the very thing you fear
And as blind as you are, I
Thought you could at least hear it
(And you just)
Keep on pushing, push it down further
How can this be
All my creation?
You make me feel like a god