Circa Survive — Lustration

    	    	Вступление

xCm                Fm         Cm
Fed by hand and caught with force
Cm                           Fm         Cm
Our bed, sweet death will foreclose on everybody's tongues
                    Fm        Gm
She'll freeze and break your heart
    Cm  Bb     Cm      Fm           Gm
My love who's left to console the choir

Cm
I don't want to be the one
                       Eb                 Fm
I don't want to be the anchor on your chest
Gm
Unkept
Cm
Have you ever been asleep
                                 Fm
I was only keeping up to see you weep
Gm
Unfold

Fm
Inside the catacomb
Gm
The marbles colder  than ice
Cm
Our match is damp
Bb           F
Lit with a separate hand
                  Gm
I see into your world
                       Cm
You make no effort to hide
        Bb
The tourniquet
               Ab
Candles in a salt ring will dance
                   Gm                 Eb
You don't have to repent tonight at all

Cm       Bb     Cm        Fm   Gm
Tongues will freeze and break apart
Cm                   Eb   Fm       Gm  G
My god who's left to concede the cross

Cm
I don't want to be the one
                         Eb          Fm
I don't want to see the moment you forget
Gm
Unfed
 Cm
In the sharpening of teeth
                                       Fm       Gm     G
You will have to feel the grit of the concrete vibrate
Fm                        Gm                           Cm
Beneath your fingernails they'll find small pieces of stone
                Bb
You'll face the sun
                        F
Cut with the pressure point

Fm
Inside the catacomb
Gm
The marbles colder  than ice
Cm
Our match is damp
Bb           F
Lit with a separate hand
                  Gm
I see into your world
                       Cm
You make no effort to hide
        Bb
The tourniquet
               Ab
Candles in a salt ring will dance
                   Gm                 Eb
You don't have to repent tonight at all
    Eb                  F    Eb           F
My love who’s left to cross inside the passageway
    Eb                  F    Eb           F
My god who’s left to hold inside your precious stare