[Primeira Parte]

Bbm                  F
Leeches surrounded, conscience is throbbing
            Ab                        Eb
They can't sleep at night, hold their pillows tight
Gb                          F            Bbm
Caught in the rivers of the tears that I cried
Bbm                       F
Bountiful harvest, they flock to my garden
            Ab                Eb
Push their way inside, I go run and hide
Gb                                  F         Bbm   F
They lift all the covers, pull me into their sight

[Pré-Refrão]

Ab         Eb
Slimy and superficial
Gb7M            F7
Straining their artificial
Bbm           F7
 Yapping to seem official
Ab          Eb         Gb7M         F
Making it beneficial to their cause

[Refrão]

Bbm                         F
   How much blood can you draw with your claws
          Ab
From a flesh that's not yours?
     Eb                    Gb7M 
My hands aren't yours, and gnaw on my bones
                   F7       Bbm         F7
No marrow left to keep you enthralled
                     Ab              Eb Gb7M  F7
I guess that is the luck of the draw

[Segunda Parte]

Bbm                            F
Let all their friends in, the enemy's present
             Ab                        Eb
They don't think too hard about your fragile heart
Gb                                  F      Bbm
They eat off the table that you set, so you starve
Bbm                             F
Stop all your breathing, no, don't let them see you
          Ab               Eb
They find any way just to make you stay
Gb                                         F      Bbm   F
Right where they want you, in their piss-covered games

[Pré-Refrão]

Ab         Eb
Slimy and superficial
Gb7M            F7
Straining their artificial
Bbm           F7
 Yapping to seem official
Ab          Eb         Gb7M         F
Making it beneficial to their cause

[Refrão]

Bbm                         F
   How much blood can you draw with your claws
          Ab
From a flesh that's not yours?
     Eb                    Gb7M 
My hands aren't yours, and gnaw on my bones
                   F7       Bbm         F7
No marrow left to keep you enthralled
                     Ab              Eb
I guess that is the luck of the draw

[Final] Gb7M  F7  Bbm