Bb F# x3
[Eb] [F#] [Ab]
[Bb]She reads to me by the
[F#]soft glow of can[Eb]dlelight,
speaking of an[Ab]gels and de[Bb]mons
Instilled at such an early [F#]age,
with such f[Eb]right, were these div[F#]ine gifts of r[Ab]eason
[Bb]I lie awake as her g[F#]host
it still walks through the h[Eb]alls,
and m[Ab]oves all around me,
[Bb]Echoing warnings
[F#]burned into me as a c[Eb]hild,
that the si[Ab]nner will pay with his li[Bb]fe....
[F#] [Eb] [F#] [Ab] [Bb] [F#] [Eb] [F#] [Ab]
[Bb]Sheltered in filth,
the wi[F#]ndows they all bleed b[Eb]lack,
to h[F#]ide such d[Ab]ementia
[Bb]Inside of my mind
or the m[F#]ind that I seem to l[Eb]ack,
no one p[F#]ays close att[Ab]ention.
[Bb]I lie awake and I t[F#]hink of the simpler t[Eb]imes,
before i[Ab]nsanity foun[Bb]d me
With a desire to un[F#]earth the dead in the n[Eb]ight,
[F#]making me f[Ab]eel so a[C#]live
And now a p[Ab]art of me feels com[F#]plete,
when I bu[Ab]tcher these bodies[C#]
Trophies of s[Ab]kin they fall at my f[F#]eet,
all d[Ab]ecaying and rotting[C#]
Sick pleasures fu[Ab]lfilled to me every t[F#]ime,
I bring h[Ab]ome a new slave[C#]
Mother said lost [Ab]souls should all be s[F#]aved,
'cept from a m[Ab]adman and his empty gra[Bb]ves....
Screams to me by the t[F#]op of her lungs in my d[Eb]reams,
like I'm n[F#]o more than a d[Ab]evil
[Bb]As this hatred grows, [F#]I sorely feel a n[Eb]eed,
that starts h[F#]ere with my s[Ab]hovel[Bb]
Prying open the l[F#]id I can still see her f[Eb]ace,
etched in my e[F#]yes here fore[Ab]ver[Bb]
I'll take you to my depths, and t[F#]here I will de[Eb]secrate,
it's got to be n[F#]ow or be n[Ab]ever.[C#]
And now a p[Ab]art of me feels co[F#]mplete,
when I b[Ab]utcher these bodies[C#]
Trophies of s[Ab]kin they fall at my fe[F#]et,
all d[Ab]ecaying and rotting[C#]
Sick pleasures f[Ab]ulfilled to me every t[F#]ime,
I bring h[Ab]ome a new slave[C#]
Mother said lost s[Ab]ouls should all be s[F#]aved,
'cept from a ma[Ab]dman and his empty gra[Bb]ves....
Solo:
[Bb] [F#] [Eb] [F#] [Ab] [F#] [Eb] [Bb] [F#] [Eb][F#][Ab][Bb][F#][Eb][F#][Ab][Bb][F#][Eb][F#][Ab][Bb]
[Eb] [F#] [Ab] [Bb] [F#] [Bb] [Ab] [F#] [Bb] [F#][Eb][F#][Ab][Eb][F#][Ab][F#][Ab][Bb]
[Bb]It's got to [F#]be n[Eb]ow, [F#]now or n[Ab]ever[Bb]
It's got to [F#]be n[Eb]ow, [F#]now or n[Ab]ever[Bb]
It's got to [F#]be n[Eb]ow, [F#]now or n[Ab]ever[Bb]
It's got to [F#]be n[Eb]ow, [F#]now or n[Ab]ever[Bb]
[C#] [Bb]
[Eb] [F#] [Ab]
[Bb]She reads to me by the
[F#]soft glow of can[Eb]dlelight,
speaking of an[Ab]gels and de[Bb]mons
Instilled at such an early [F#]age,
with such f[Eb]right, were these div[F#]ine gifts of r[Ab]eason
[Bb]I lie awake as her g[F#]host
it still walks through the h[Eb]alls,
and m[Ab]oves all around me,
[Bb]Echoing warnings
[F#]burned into me as a c[Eb]hild,
that the si[Ab]nner will pay with his li[Bb]fe....
[F#] [Eb] [F#] [Ab] [Bb] [F#] [Eb] [F#] [Ab]
[Bb]Sheltered in filth,
the wi[F#]ndows they all bleed b[Eb]lack,
to h[F#]ide such d[Ab]ementia
[Bb]Inside of my mind
or the m[F#]ind that I seem to l[Eb]ack,
no one p[F#]ays close att[Ab]ention.
[Bb]I lie awake and I t[F#]hink of the simpler t[Eb]imes,
before i[Ab]nsanity foun[Bb]d me
With a desire to un[F#]earth the dead in the n[Eb]ight,
[F#]making me f[Ab]eel so a[C#]live
And now a p[Ab]art of me feels com[F#]plete,
when I bu[Ab]tcher these bodies[C#]
Trophies of s[Ab]kin they fall at my f[F#]eet,
all d[Ab]ecaying and rotting[C#]
Sick pleasures fu[Ab]lfilled to me every t[F#]ime,
I bring h[Ab]ome a new slave[C#]
Mother said lost [Ab]souls should all be s[F#]aved,
'cept from a m[Ab]adman and his empty gra[Bb]ves....
Screams to me by the t[F#]op of her lungs in my d[Eb]reams,
like I'm n[F#]o more than a d[Ab]evil
[Bb]As this hatred grows, [F#]I sorely feel a n[Eb]eed,
that starts h[F#]ere with my s[Ab]hovel[Bb]
Prying open the l[F#]id I can still see her f[Eb]ace,
etched in my e[F#]yes here fore[Ab]ver[Bb]
I'll take you to my depths, and t[F#]here I will de[Eb]secrate,
it's got to be n[F#]ow or be n[Ab]ever.[C#]
And now a p[Ab]art of me feels co[F#]mplete,
when I b[Ab]utcher these bodies[C#]
Trophies of s[Ab]kin they fall at my fe[F#]et,
all d[Ab]ecaying and rotting[C#]
Sick pleasures f[Ab]ulfilled to me every t[F#]ime,
I bring h[Ab]ome a new slave[C#]
Mother said lost s[Ab]ouls should all be s[F#]aved,
'cept from a ma[Ab]dman and his empty gra[Bb]ves....
Solo:
[Bb] [F#] [Eb] [F#] [Ab] [F#] [Eb] [Bb] [F#] [Eb][F#][Ab][Bb][F#][Eb][F#][Ab][Bb][F#][Eb][F#][Ab][Bb]
[Eb] [F#] [Ab] [Bb] [F#] [Bb] [Ab] [F#] [Bb] [F#][Eb][F#][Ab][Eb][F#][Ab][F#][Ab][Bb]
[Bb]It's got to [F#]be n[Eb]ow, [F#]now or n[Ab]ever[Bb]
It's got to [F#]be n[Eb]ow, [F#]now or n[Ab]ever[Bb]
It's got to [F#]be n[Eb]ow, [F#]now or n[Ab]ever[Bb]
It's got to [F#]be n[Eb]ow, [F#]now or n[Ab]ever[Bb]
[C#] [Bb]
