Kings Kaleidoscope - Felix culpa

^AmTurn the lights on, look at what ^GI ha^Fve (F) See the twisted trophies of a dead man ^AmCountless stories, tell of sin an^Gd pai^Fn But they sing the sweetness of my saviorâ?^Fmaj7?™s gr^G6ace^Am7

^AmI’m a torn man, spirit ^Gfightin^Fg flesh (F) There’s a battle raging deep in my chest ^AmBut all that haunts me, all that leaves ^Ga stai^Fn Only sings the sweetness of my saviorâ€?^Dm7?s grace

A fortuna^Cmaj7te fall, I ^Bm11glory in my si^Fmaj7ns forgiven Verse 3 ^AmJesus bought me, and now I ^Gam H^Fis (F) Dying with Him, in His death I now live ^AmAll my vices, to which ^GI’ve ^Fbeen chained Only speak the sweetness of my saviorâ?^Dm7?™s grace

And still Iâ€?^Fmaj7?m a wicked, wretched man, I do everything^G6 I hate I ^Am7am fighting to be god, I seethe and claw and thrash and shake I have ^Fmaj7killed and stacked the dead, on a throne from which I rei^G6gn In the ^Am7end I just want blood, and with His blood my hands are stained See the^Fmaj7 God who reigns on high, He has opened His own vei^G6ns From Hi^Am7s wounds a rushing torrent that can wash it all away ^Fmaj7Grace upon grace, upon grace upon grace ^Am7Grace..”