Blitzkid - Dementia

^BbShe reads to me by the ^F#soft glow of can^Ebdlelight, speaking of an^Abgels and de^Bbmons Instilled at such an early ^F#age, with such f^Ebright, were these div^F#ine gifts of r^Abeason ^BbI lie awake as her g^F#host it still walks through the h^Eballs, and m^Aboves all around me, ^BbEchoing warnings ^F#burned into me as a c^Ebhild, that the si^Abnner will pay with his li^Bbfe....

^BbSheltered in filth, the wi^F#ndows they all bleed b^Eblack, to h^F#ide such d^Abementia ^BbInside of my mind or the m^F#ind that I seem to l^Eback, no one p^F#ays close att^Abention. ^BbI lie awake and I t^F#hink of the simpler t^Ebimes, before i^Abnsanity foun^Bbd me With a desire to un^F#earth the dead in the n^Ebight, ^F#making me f^Abeel so a^C#live

And now a p^Abart of me feels com^F#plete, when I bu^Abtcher these bodies ^C# Trophies of s^Abkin they fall at my f^F#eet, all d^Abecaying and rotting ^C# Sick pleasures fu^Ablfilled to me every t^F#ime, I bring h^Abome a new slave ^C# Mother said lost ^Absouls should all be s^F#aved, 'cept from a m^Abadman and his empty gra^Bbves....

Screams to me by the t^F#op of her lungs in my d^Ebreams, like I'm n^F#o more than a d^Abevil ^BbAs this hatred grows, ^F#I sorely feel a n^Ebeed, that starts h^F#ere with my s^Abhovel ^Bb Prying open the l^F#id I can still see her f^Ebace, etched in my e^F#yes here fore^Abver ^Bb I'll take you to my depths, and t^F#here I will de^Ebsecrate, it's got to be n^F#ow or be n^Abever. ^C#

And now a p^Abart of me feels co^F#mplete, when I b^Abutcher these bodies ^C# Trophies of s^Abkin they fall at my fe^F#et, all d^Abecaying and rotting ^C# Sick pleasures f^Abulfilled to me every t^F#ime, I bring h^Abome a new slave ^C# Mother said lost s^Abouls should all be s^F#aved, 'cept from a ma^Abdman and his empty gra^Bbves....

^BbIt's got to ^F#be n^Ebow, ^F#now or n^Abever ^Bb It's got to ^F#be n^Ebow, ^F#now or n^Abever ^Bb It's got to ^F#be n^Ebow, ^F#now or n^Abever ^Bb It's got to ^F#be n^Ebow, ^F#now or n^Abever ^Bb