Capstan - Reprieve

^Dm Is there a pl^Face up in he^Bbaven where they store the world’s deb^Dmris? I swear I’m^C not a wicked p^Ferson; is there a wasteland for m^Dme? Am I sc^Fared? I’m fucking t^Bberrified, these thoughts eat me aliv^Dme ^C (From the i^Fnside)

^Dm Is there a ch^Furch down in ^Bbhell where the addicts go to ^Dmmeet? Seeking sh^Celter from their d^Femons, trading shame for amnesty^Dm? Am I sc^Fared? I’m fucking t^Bberrified, these thoughts eat me aliv^Dme ^C From the i^Fnside

^Dm I am a liar, I am a s^Bbinner I am the furthest from the g^Frace that my parents made I’m rem^Cinded of it every single ^Dmday (I am the snake, I am the sna^Bbre Who’s beats of my own he^Fart’s what kept me marching With no l^Cegs to get me there.) ^Dm We’re all liars, living s^Bbinners Now the furthest from the gra^Fce that our parents made It ^Cwon’t define me in any way