G D I Hold a vision, that all visons are impure Am C The rising of the serpent, the apple and the fall G D Don't trust the angels, maybe devils in disguise Am C Don't trust the singer, all his words don't make him wise There are no promises that anyone can keep The futures far too secret, the past can never keep --#BRIDGE#-- G C D Yes I know I'm falling down G C D This incline is far too steep Tell me when I hit the ground You're too high for me to reach --#CHORUS#- G D We can weather, uncharted oceans Am C But the map reads 'lost at sea' G D We can break through, or be broken Am C It's a fine line, to be free