Вступление
[Verse]
E
my bedroom smells like rotten food
B
and i guess so do i
D
it’s harder to be good in here
A
than it is to starve and die
E
i’d give my body to satan
B
if i could only keep my soul
D
but i can’t seem to find the split
A
between them anymore
E
my hair is falling out again
B
and i don’t really care
D
i try to stir my conscience
A
it was never really there
E
your fingers up inside of me
B
feel like fingers down my throat
D
everything is fine in heaven
A
but i’ll never get to know
E
make sacrifice in bathtubs
B
and stained bed covers
D A
soak all of my clothes in holy water
E B
and drown them like a crying son
D A
drown them like a crying daughter
E
praying in the night to the angels of porn
D
nails in their wrists, knees on the floor
D A (ONE SINGLE STRUM)
great lakes full of cum extracted from everyone
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