The Will of Old - The Creature Lyrics

This creature I became
He's got my eyes he shares my name
Wears my jacket just to fan the flame
He's got my posture and my frame

But although we look the same
He plays a different tune another game
Hell-bent he'll never share the blame
He's the creature I became

And this monster that I made
Has had his welcome overstayed
Left his tab running and unpaid
Swapped blood for wine and loved the trade

But bless his heart he got me laid
He knew the way he never strayed
Took all my troubles made them fade
He's the monster that I made

By now this devil knows me well
He pushed me down each time I fell
He bought the last thing I could sell
And us two tickets back to hell

We'll drink it dry this poisoned well
And dream up stories we can tell
I'm glad he's here to share the cell
By now this devil knows me well