Dan Deacon - True thrush

^DBeast of my brain, everybody's the same With the beast is control, it will never turn gold, and that's just life ^{G D}Don't touch the flame, of the burning decay With the lies you've been sold, let the nightmare unfold, if you don't mind ^G

^DAnd they're all out, I'm lost there alone No hand to hold high, Looking for me, I'm gone ^{G D}Spread those wings wide and take me along Now show me the sky and tell me I'm wrong. ^G

^DBeast of my brain, everybody's the same With the beast is control, it will never turn gold, and that's just life ^{G D}Don't touch the flame, of the burning decay With the lies you've been sold, let the nightmare unfold, if you don't mind ^G