Dustin Kensrue - Theres something dark

^CThere's something d^Fark inside of m^Ame. ^CThere is a g^Fhost in this m^Amachine. There is a ^Fgiant jagged ^Amhole. Twists and ^Frips through my ^Amsoul. Like the ^Froots of some ^Cold wretched^G tree. T^Fhere's something dark inside of m^Ame.

^CThere's something ^Fhaunting, oh my ^Amlove. ^CThere's nothing ^Fgood I'm thinking ^Amof. Still I'm ^Fgilded and ^Amgroomed, Gliding ^Finto the ^Amroom. Saying ^Fsuch bold and ^Cbeautiful ^Gthings. ^FThere's something dark inside of ^Amme.

^CThere's something r^Fumbling in my m^Amind. ^CSecrets that you w^Feren't meant to ^Amfind. I thought you ^Fknew me so ^Amwell? I will ^Fsee you in ^Amhell. Oh, I'll l^Fet you live to^C tell, what you^G see.

^C There's something ^Fdark inside o^Amf me. ^C I need some^Fone to set m^Ame free. So I ^Fcall out you^Amr name. But you seem ^Fso far ^Amaway. And ^Fanyway, who could ^Csave one like ^Gme? ^FThere's something dark inside of ^Amme.