True Thrush

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 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