Muse

Grunge, analog tape saturation and dense shadowed guitar layers, with a touch of slapback echo trailing the belt; brooding mid-tempo pulse; heavy low-tuned riffs from fuzzed electric guitars, bass, forceful drums, soft harmony pads under the chorus; smooth silky male vocals in a wide range, crooning legato phrasing rising into top notes and a powerful full-voice belt in the chorus

What do you long for When the blinds are closed It took me a while to see Your exile was self-imposed You're a well-meaning liar The worst kind of plague What's the use of indulging In this foolish heartache Scarred and confused A pathetic excuse for a muse My heartless little angel There's too much you didn't choose What are you drawn to When no one can see Wipe the blood off the gavel Let your vices roam free Predatory by nature And I envy you that Too cold to be forgiven But too tragic to be damned Scarred and confused A pathetic excuse for a muse My heartless little angel There's too much you didn't choose What do you seek When the world's too blind to judge Go on and flee I'm too tired to hold a grudge And I swore I'd get even But I'm not in the mood Maybe I'm just as guilty For prying more than I should Scarred and confused A pathetic excuse for a muse My heartless little angel There's too much you didn't choose What do you seek When the world's too blind to judge Go on and flee I'm too tired to hold a grudge What do you need? Was it ever truly me?

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