Capo 1
Leeches sur[Am]rounded, conscience is [E7/G#]throbbing
They can't [G/B]sleep at night, hold their pi[D/F#]llows tight
Caught in the [F]rivers of the [E7]tears that I [Am]cried
Bountiful [Am]harvest, they flock to my [E7/G#]garden
Push their way in[G/B]side, I go run and [D/F#]hide
They [F]lift all the covers, pull me [E7]into their [Am]sight [E7/G#]
Sli[G/B]my and super[D/F#]ficial [F]Straining their [E7]artificial
Yap[Am]ping to seem offi[E7/G#]cial ma[G/B]king it [D/F#]beneficial to [F]their [E7]cause
[Am]How much blood can you [E/G#]draw
With your claws from a [G/B]flesh that's not yours?
My [D/F#]hands aren't yours, and [F]Gnaw on my [E7]bones, no marrow left
To keep you en[Am]thralled I [E7/G#]guess that is the luck of the [G/B]draw [D/F#] [F] [E7]
Let all their [Am]friends in, the enemy's [E7/G#]present
They don't think too [G/B]hard about your fragile [D/F#]heart
They eat off the ta[F]ble that you [E7]set, so you [Am]starve
Stop all your [Am]breathing, no, don't let them [E7/G#]see you
They find any [G/B]way just to make you [D/F#]stay
Right where they want [F]you, in their [E7]piss-covered [Am]games
Sli[G/B]my and super[D/F#]ficial [F]Straining their [E7]artificial
Yap[Am]ping to seem offi[E7/G#]cial ma[G/B]king it [D/F#]beneficial to [F]their [E7]cause
[Am]How much blood can you [E/G#]draw
With your claws from a [G/B]flesh that's not yours?
My [D/F#]hands aren't yours, and [F]Gnaw on my [E7]bones, no marrow left
To keep you en[Am]thralled I [E7/G#]guess that is the luck of the [G/B]draw [D/F#] [F] [E7]
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