Biografia:
Blitzkid começou no Inverno de 1997 em Bluefield, VA. Naquela época, a banda composta de TB Monstruosidade sobre guitarras, vokills, e baixo, e Wolfgang Christopher na bateria. Após gravar uma demo apenas 10 músicas por diversão intitulado Canções Para o Esteticamente desafiou o casal recorreu a ajuda do Dr. Stuart Evilstein em baixo.
Pouco tempo depois, deixou a banda e Wolfgang Evilstein pegou o skinbashing funções. Até a queda de 1998
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Artist : Blitzkid
Title : Dementia
Bb F# x3
Eb F# Ab
Bb
She reads to me by the
F# Eb
soft glow of candlelight,
Ab Bb
speaking of angels and demons
F#
Instilled at such an early age,
Eb F# Ab
with such fright, were these divine gifts of reason
Bb F#
I lie awake as her ghost
Eb
it still walks through the halls,
Ab
and moves all around me,
Bb
Echoing warnings
F# Eb
burned into me as a child,
Ab Bb
that the sinner will pay with his life....
F# Eb F# Ab Bb F# Eb F# Ab
Bb
Sheltered in filth,
F# Eb
the windows they all bleed black,
F# Ab
to hide such dementia
Bb
Inside of my mind
F# Eb
or the mind that I seem to lack,
F# Ab
no one pays close attention.
Bb F# Eb
I lie awake and I think of the simpler times,
Ab Bb
before insanity found me
F# Eb
With a desire to unearth the dead in the night,
F# Ab C#
making me feel so alive
Ab F#
And now a part of me feels complete,
Ab C#
when I butcher these bodies
Ab F#
Trophies of skin they fall at my feet,
Ab C#
all decaying and rotting
Ab F#
Sick pleasures fulfilled to me every time,
Ab C#
I bring home a new slave
Ab F#
Mother said lost souls should all be saved,
Ab Bb
'cept from a madman and his empty graves....
F# Eb
Screams to me by the top of her lungs in my dreams,
F# Ab
like I'm no more than a devil
Bb F# Eb
As this hatred grows, I sorely feel a need,
F# Ab Bb
that starts here with my shovel
F# Eb
Prying open the lid I can still see her face,
F# Ab Bb
etched in my eyes here forever
F# Eb
I'll take you to my depths, and there I will desecrate,
F# Ab C#
it's got to be now or be never.
Ab F#
And now a part of me feels complete,
Ab C#
when I butcher these bodies
Ab F#
Trophies of skin they fall at my feet,
Ab C#
all decaying and rotting
Ab F#
Sick pleasures fulfilled to me every time,
Ab C#
I bring home a new slave
Ab F#
Mother said lost souls should all be saved,
Ab Bb
'cept from a madman and his empty graves....
Solo:
Bb F# Eb F# Ab F# Eb Bb F# Eb F# Ab Bb F# Eb F# Ab Bb F# Eb F# Ab Bb
Eb F# Ab Bb F# Bb Ab F# Bb F# Eb F# Ab Eb F# Ab F# Ab Bb
Bb F# Eb F# Ab Bb
It's got to be now, now or never
F# Eb F# Ab Bb
It's got to be now, now or never
F# Eb F# Ab Bb
It's got to be now, now or never
F# Eb F# Ab Bb
It's got to be now, now or never
C# Bb
Title : Dementia
Bb F# x3
Eb F# Ab
Bb
She reads to me by the
F# Eb
soft glow of candlelight,
Ab Bb
speaking of angels and demons
F#
Instilled at such an early age,
Eb F# Ab
with such fright, were these divine gifts of reason
Bb F#
I lie awake as her ghost
Eb
it still walks through the halls,
Ab
and moves all around me,
Bb
Echoing warnings
F# Eb
burned into me as a child,
Ab Bb
that the sinner will pay with his life....
F# Eb F# Ab Bb F# Eb F# Ab
Bb
Sheltered in filth,
F# Eb
the windows they all bleed black,
F# Ab
to hide such dementia
Bb
Inside of my mind
F# Eb
or the mind that I seem to lack,
F# Ab
no one pays close attention.
Bb F# Eb
I lie awake and I think of the simpler times,
Ab Bb
before insanity found me
F# Eb
With a desire to unearth the dead in the night,
F# Ab C#
making me feel so alive
Ab F#
And now a part of me feels complete,
Ab C#
when I butcher these bodies
Ab F#
Trophies of skin they fall at my feet,
Ab C#
all decaying and rotting
Ab F#
Sick pleasures fulfilled to me every time,
Ab C#
I bring home a new slave
Ab F#
Mother said lost souls should all be saved,
Ab Bb
'cept from a madman and his empty graves....
F# Eb
Screams to me by the top of her lungs in my dreams,
F# Ab
like I'm no more than a devil
Bb F# Eb
As this hatred grows, I sorely feel a need,
F# Ab Bb
that starts here with my shovel
F# Eb
Prying open the lid I can still see her face,
F# Ab Bb
etched in my eyes here forever
F# Eb
I'll take you to my depths, and there I will desecrate,
F# Ab C#
it's got to be now or be never.
Ab F#
And now a part of me feels complete,
Ab C#
when I butcher these bodies
Ab F#
Trophies of skin they fall at my feet,
Ab C#
all decaying and rotting
Ab F#
Sick pleasures fulfilled to me every time,
Ab C#
I bring home a new slave
Ab F#
Mother said lost souls should all be saved,
Ab Bb
'cept from a madman and his empty graves....
Solo:
Bb F# Eb F# Ab F# Eb Bb F# Eb F# Ab Bb F# Eb F# Ab Bb F# Eb F# Ab Bb
Eb F# Ab Bb F# Bb Ab F# Bb F# Eb F# Ab Eb F# Ab F# Ab Bb
Bb F# Eb F# Ab Bb
It's got to be now, now or never
F# Eb F# Ab Bb
It's got to be now, now or never
F# Eb F# Ab Bb
It's got to be now, now or never
F# Eb F# Ab Bb
It's got to be now, now or never
C# Bb
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