D
Beast of my brain, everybody's the same
G
With the beast is control, it will never turn gold, and that's just life
D
Don't touch the flame, of the burning decay
G
With the lies you've been sold, let the nightmare unfold, if you don't mind
D
And they're all out, I'm lost there alone
G
No hand to hold high, Looking for me, I'm gone
D
Spread those wings wide and take me along
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G
Now show me the sky and tell me I'm wrong.
D
Beast of my brain, everybody's the same
G
With the beast is control, it will never turn gold, and that's just life
D
Don't touch the flame, of the burning decay
G
With the lies you've been sold, let the nightmare unfold, if you don't mind
