G C/G G He sits in your room, his tomb, C/G D with a fist full of tacks Am G Preoccupied with his vengeance G Bm Am D Cursing the dead that can't answer him back Am C you know that he has no intentions D Of looking your way, unless it's to say Am C D That he needs you to test his inventions. G C D Oh, crawl out your window G C D come on, don't say it will ruin you G C D Come on, don't say he will haunt you, G C D You can go back to him any time you want to. He looks so truthful, is this how he feels Trying to peel the moon and expose it With his businesslike anger and his bloodhounds that kneel If he needs a third eye he just grows it He just needs you to talk or to hand him his chalk Or pick it up after he throws it. Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed Are You frightened of the box you keep him in While his genocide fools and his friends rearrange Their religion of the little ten women That backs up their views but your face is so bruised Come on out the dark is beginning. | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm C D G Bm |
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