Cifras
Dementia

Tom: B

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

 Bb 
Sheltered in filth,
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the windows they all bleed black,
         F#               Ab 
to hide such dementia
 Bb 
Inside of my mind
                 F#                                   Eb 
or the mind that I seem to lack,
                 F#                     Ab 
no one pays close attention.
 Bb                                 F#                                     Eb 
I lie awake and I think of the simpler times,
                 Ab                   Bb 
before insanity found me
                                       F#                                         Eb 
With a desire to unearth the dead in the night,
 F#                 Ab           C# 
making me feel so alive
                       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....
                                             F#                                         Eb 
Screams to me by the top of her lungs in my dreams,
                     F#                         Ab 
like I'm no more than a devil
 Bb                                       F#                             Eb 
As this hatred grows, I sorely feel a need,
                           F#                     Ab         Bb 
that starts here with my shovel
                                   F#                                           Eb 
Prying open the lid I can still see her face,
                             F#                     Ab     Bb 
etched in my eyes here forever
                                                                   F#                       Eb 
I'll take you to my depths, and there I will desecrate,
                                 F#               Ab       C# 
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....

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