The Master

This day has been coming I can feel it for some time I need to get away I need to clear my mind Try to tell myself things will be fine The great corruptor Master of lies, keep stringing it along Beating a dead horse Your words are merely a dead corpse Your words are merely a dead corpse This day has been coming I can feel it for some time I try to tell myself Things will be fine The great corruptor, master of lies Coming to take me away No words can, describe the way I feel Haunted by the ghost of you Now I see surrounding me So unsure, no one cares Your presence distracting me Make me pay, let me stay No one cares, I don't care Idle time, out of place