Tom: D
A E
When I see my name
A D
And it’s written on the flames
A E D
I can see I don’t belong
A E
I am low, I am weak
A D
I am virtually unique
A E D
And I won’t be here for long
A E A
Cause my weakness makes me strong
G D A
And I see his face in every rose
G D A
And I feel his breath on my nose
G D
And I feel the horns putting
A D E D
pressure on the inside of my skull
And I know, and I know
A E
It is in the tone
A D
When I listen to the phone
A E D
Hiding in the frequencies
A E
He is dark but he’s here
A D
And there’s nothing that I fear
A E D
Because he is one with me
A E D
Because he is one with me.
