Saintseneca - Falling off

^EI fell from ^GHeaven Head ^Eheavy with this ^Gmessage The ^Eflesh is your ^Greference For ^Eknowing the ^Gsoul ^{E G E G E G E G E}When I was the ^Gleaven The ^Eyeast they steep ^Gthe bread in Wh^Eat I said I meant^G as the sediment In ^Ebowls of swollen ^Gdough don't I know

^AmOld as you ^Emare all you^F ever do is w^Cander ^AmYou'll come ^Emaround someday ^Fsoon you'll ^Csee

^AmApopto^Emsis ^FYou're always ^Cending ^AmLife in the ^Embody ^Fis an ^Cintention ^AmAll that you ^Emknow in the ^Finstance ^{C Am}Is lost in the ^Emwaves of e^Fxistence ^C

^AmLacera^Emtions ^Fsufficiently ^Cdeep My ^Ambody still ^Emwears a ^Fscar in the ^Cknee So when you ^Amlive off ^Emevery ^Fscrap of ^Cyourself Take ^Amsolace in ^Emknowing as ^Fsomebody ^Celse Though ^Amtime will ^Emtear our b^Fodies o^Cff The y^Amou that I k^Emnew will ^Fnot be ^Cforgot No the ^Amyou that ^EmI knew will ^Fnot be ^Clost

^AmApopto^Emsis ^FYou're always ^Cending ^AmLife in the ^Embody ^Fis an ^Cintention ^AmAll that you ^Emknow in the ^Finstance ^{C Am}Is lost in the ^Emwaves of e^Fxistence ^{C Am}You are a ^Emcurrent ^FYou are a ^Ctide ^AmAnd of the ^Emcontents ^FThe tenuousn^Cess of life ^AmAll that you ^Emwait on ^FAll that you ^Clong for ^AmWhen you a^Emttain it ^FYou will be no ^Cmore