Chiodos - Looking for a tornado

From your ^Emknees, you’ve lost all direction; So afraid ^Dof rejection. Lost, ^Clittle toys in forgotten parks. Do I be^Emlieve in us; do I believe in lust?

^DMaybe, I got a little lost while ^Csearching for my faith, stuck to your cross.

^EmYou set fire to everything around; worry yourself into the ground. ^DYou take all you can and ^Cleave the part begging for more, Do I be^Emlieve in love; do I believe in heaven?

^DAll my clocks stuck on eleven; a^Cfraid of the hymn, my knees, I might get nothing

^EmDevil, don’t ^Cever let me go. I’ve ^Ambeen looking for a torn^Bado; chaos is something I’ve been missing. [x2]

You ^Emstart wars everywhere you go. You take shots at everyone you know, and ^Dno one can help you ^C‘cause you refuse to receive it yourself. Do I be^Emlieve in love; do I believe in heaven?

^DAll my clocks stuck on eleven, I ^Cput too much of my faith in nothing.

^EmDevil, don’t ^Cever let me go. I’ve ^Ambeen looking for a torn^Bado; chaos is something I’ve been missing. [x2]

^EmThis is the sound of your ^Dsavior running^C in need of anything to ^Bsave you from ^Amnothing.

^EmDevil, youâ€^D™re ^Cevil

^EmDevil, don’t ^Cever let me go. I’ve ^Ambeen looking for a torn^Bado; chaos is something I’ve been missing. [x2]