Bayside - Tortures of the damned

I hate my^Bmself, more than I ^Aever let ^Gon. I'm burned out at ^Atwenty-two. ^EmI lived too fast and I ^Aloved too ^F#mmuch and I'll die too young, but I chose this ^Bmcup that I drank from. Knew what ^AI was getting ^Ginto. But I couldn't let ^Aout what I ^Emhad to keep in. I'm ashamed of my^Aself and un^F#mspeakable sins,

^GI've made mist^Bmakes, but I'll ^Afind my ^Gway. There's no expl^Aanation for, ^Bmthe things I've f^Aailed at bef^Gore. They can't ^Ahold my hand. ^BmIt just ^Ahurts to be a ^Gman, Through the ^Atortures of the ^Bmdamned.

If I only had an ^Bmaxe, I'd sever the ^Aties I've ^Gmade with the world. Maybe ^AI can be a ^Emstranger, in a strange place.^A If ^F#mI start now, maybe I can be saved. ^BmIf I only had a mask, ^{A G}I'd cover these bleeding eyes.^A They're ^Embloodshot now but they'll be black by ^Adawn. ^F#mIf I wake up now, I can be pure again.

^BbdimLook at me now, I'm on the ^Gtracks with my back toward the ^Alast train leaving ^Bmtown. [x4]

^AI've made mist^C#makes, but I'll ^Bfind my ^Away. There's no expl^Banation for, ^C#mthe things I've fa^Biled at bef^Aore. They can't ^Bhold my hand. ^C#mIt just ^Bhurts to be a ^Aman, Through the ^Btortures of the ^C#mdamned.