Big Bad Evil Guy

I'm the demon you conjured from the corners of your thoughts
I'm the tension and the terror you pretend that I wrought
Ah, but then who else would I be if not draped in your gloom?
No crowd craves a hero if there's no villain in the room

You all know me as the big bad evil guy you chose
The villain of your story, the face of all your woes
But what if I'm an ally you cast aside too soon?
The thread that binds your legend, the voice under this tune

You saw a horned crown shining, and the storm within my eyes
But never saw the bridges I could build beneath our skies
I stand where you have placed me, as the foe you had to make
The evil you manifested so your world would not break

Woooooh!

I wield no sword of malice, no chains to hold you down
I offered tools for building, yet you met them with a frown
For every craft I could conjure, you saw only a threat
Every innovation becomes a monster's silhouette

I whispered of creation, of lifting all who dream
But you, so used to battling, could not accept my scheme
Yet all those who joined me saw it, possibilities untamed
While you sharpened blades in the dark, seeking someone else to blame

You all know me as the big bad evil guy you need
A villain of your own making, a mirror to your greed
The blackened crown I wear now is forged by your own hand
A character you fashioned to fit your mind's demand

Woooooh!

But did you ever stop to wonder, what lay behind the mask?
Did you think to ask who I was, or simply what I lacked?
No, you needed an antagonist, a creature to defy
So you painted me with hatred and never asked me why

But to those who dared approach me, to those who sought the truth
They found no fire-breathing dragon, no beast under your roof
They found a builder, a dreamer, someone crafting a new dawn
But you were too busy casting blame to see what lay beyond

So paint me as your villain if that's the role you need
But remember every story starts with a planted seed
And while you march to end me, know that I've already sown
A world where those who dared to see will reap what I have grown