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Dm A7 Dm A7 Dm A7 Gm7 A
BbThiA7s is gory, this is tragic DThA7is is just another story for the young lovers
DmOn A7a slab down in the basement, in the laboratory Gm7TherAe's a new subject under the cover
DmI rA7ecall the mindless days before the transformation DmBefA7ore the amputation of DmMy heart and frontal lobe A7TheGm7 probe that reached inside my nose and crawled up the walls AAnd ripped out my soul
DmLovA7e mFade a monster out of me Gm7LoveA made a monster out of
Dm A7 Dm A7 Gm7 A Dm A7
DmIgnA7ite the lightning, mix the mixers Fill the flasks with the DmessA7ential elements of life DmA dA7ashGm7 of jealousy insecurity infatuation my love ANow give me the knife
DmLovA7e mFade a monster out of me Gm7LoveA made a monster out of
Dm A7 Dm A7 Gm7 A Dm A7 Dm A7 Dm A7 Gm7 A Dm A7 Dm A7 Dm A7 Gm7 A Dm A7 These are not my eyes What's beneath my skin? This is not my mind Who let the monster in?