Tono: E
Introducción:
C
My bedroom smells like rotten food
G
And i guess so do i
Am
It's harder to be good in here
F
Than it is to starve and die
C
I'd give my body to satan
G
If i could only keep my soul
Am
But i can't seem to find the split
F
Between them anymore
C
My hair is falling out again
G
And i don't really care
Am
I try to stir my conscience
F
It was never really there
C
Your fingers up inside of me
G
Feel like fingers down my throat
Am
Everything is fine in heaven
F
But i'll never get to know
C
Make sacrifice in bathtubs
G Am
And stained bed covers
F
Soak all of my clothes in holy water
C Am
And drown them like a crying son
Am F
Drown them like a crying daughter
C
Praying in the night to the angels of porn
G
Nails in their wrists, knees on the floor
Am F
Great lakes full of cum extracted from everyone