[verse 1] A#m F Leeches surrounded, conscience is throbbing G# They can't sleep at night, D# hold their pillows tight F# F A#m Caught in the rivers of tears that I cried A#m F Bountiful harvest, they flock to my garden G# D# Push their way inside, I go run and hide F# They lift all the covers, F A#m F pull me into their sight [prechorus] G# D# Slimy and superficial F# F A#m Straining their artificial yapping F to seem official G# D# F# F Making it beneficial to their cause [chorus] A#m F How much blood can you draw with your claws G# From a flesh that's not yours? D# my hands aren't yours F# Gnaw on my bones, no marrow left F A#m F To keep you inthralled G# D# F# F I guess that is the luck of the draw [verse 2] A#m F Let all their friends in, the enemy's present G# They don't think too hard D# 'bout your fragile heart F# They eat off the table F A#m that you set so you starve A#m Stop all your breathing (Huh) no, F don't let them see you G# D# They find any way just to make you stay F# Right where they want to F A#m F in their pisscovered games [prechorus] G# D# Slimy and superficial F# F A#m Straining their artificial yapping F to seem official G# D# F# F Making it beneficial to their cause [chorus] A#m F How much blood can you draw with your claws G# From a flesh that's not yours? D# my hands aren't yours F# Gnaw on my bones, no marrow left F A#m F To keep you inthralled G# D# F# F A#m I guess that is the luck of the draw
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