Dementia

	  		 

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Bb 
She reads to me by the  
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soft glow of candlelight,  
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speaking of angels and demons 
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Instilled at such an early age,  
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with such fright, were these divine gifts of reason 
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I lie awake as her ghost  
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it still walks through the halls,  
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and moves all around me, 
Bb 
Echoing warnings  
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burned into me as a child,  
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that the sinner will pay with his life.... 

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Bb 
Sheltered in filth,  
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the windows they all bleed black,  
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to hide such dementia 
Bb 
Inside of my mind  
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or the mind that I seem to lack,  
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no one pays close attention. 
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I lie awake and I think of the simpler times,  
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before insanity found me 
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With a desire to unearth the dead in the night,  
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making me feel so alive 

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And now a part of me feels complete,  
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when I butcher these bodies 
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Trophies of skin they fall at my feet,  
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all decaying and rotting 
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Sick pleasures fulfilled to me every time,  
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I bring home a new slave 
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Mother said lost souls should all be saved,  
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'cept from a madman and his empty graves.... 

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Screams to me by the top of her lungs in my dreams,  
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like I'm no more than a devil 
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As this hatred grows, I sorely feel a need,  
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that starts here with my shovel 
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Prying open the lid I can still see her face,  
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etched in my eyes here forever 
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I'll take you to my depths, and there I will desecrate,  
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it's got to be now or be never. 

           Ab                F# 
And now a part of me feels complete,  
        Ab                  C# 
when I butcher these bodies 
             Ab                    F# 
Trophies of skin they fall at my feet,  
     Ab                   C# 
all decaying and rotting 
                Ab                    F# 
Sick pleasures fulfilled to me every time,  
         Ab              C# 
I bring home a new slave 
                  Ab                  F# 
Mother said lost souls should all be saved,  
               Ab                    Bb 
'cept from a madman and his empty graves.... 

Solo: 
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Eb  F#  Ab  Bb  F#  Bb  Ab  F#  Bb  F#  Eb  F#  Ab  Eb  F#  Ab  F#  Ab  Bb 

Bb          F#  Eb  F#      Ab    Bb 
It's got to be now, now or never 
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It's got to be now, now or never 
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It's got to be now, now or never 
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It's got to be now, now or never 

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