Blitzkid – Dementia (Guitar)

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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,

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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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Sheltered in filth, 

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the windows they all bleed black, 

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to hide such dementia

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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.

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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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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