Depeche Mode - Dream On

death becomes me, heaven can you see what I ^Asmisee ^{B Ebm}Hey, you pale and sickly child, you're death and living reconciled, been walking home a crooked mile^Asmi, ^B. ^EbmPaying debt to karma, you party for a living, ^Asmiwhat you take won't kill you, but ^Bcareful what you're giving^Esmi, mmh.

primed to do it's educating.^Asmi, ^{B Ebm}Unwanted, uninvited kin, it creeps beneath your crawling skin, it lives without, it lives within ^Asmiyou, ^{B Ebm}Feel the fever coming, you're shaking and twitching, ^Asmiyou can scratch all over, but ^Bthat won't stop you itching.^Esmi

^AsmiCan you ^Bfeel a little ^Esmilove ^AsmiCan you ^Bfeel a little ^Esmilove ^BDream on, dream ^C#on.^As9

^EbmBlame it on your karmic curse, oh shame upon the universe, it knows its lines, it's well rehearsed^Asmi, ^B. ^EbmIt sucks you in, it dragged you down, to where there is no hallowed ground, where holiness is never found.^Asmi, ^{B Ebm}Paying debt to karma, you party for a living, ^Asmiwhat you take won't kill you, but ^Bcareful what you're giving.^Esmi

^AsmiCan you ^Bfeel a little ^Esmilove ^AsmiCan you ^Bfeel a little ^Esmilove ^BDream on, dream ^C#on.^Esmi

^AsmiCan you ^Bfeel a little ^Esmilove ^AsmiCan you ^Bfeel a little ^Esmilove ^BDream on, dream ^C#on.^Esmi