Ashel Deviate (Mora)

Am
Take a step off of that silver bird 
from your planet

And you brought a little bit of that
 cold with you

Now ring me out like you would your 
bastarding father

And you're so quick to stick to that
 scum

Hungry like a piranha

F               G
Swallow a little of that sea
Em                 Am
Now taste a little bit of that salt 
in me
F               G
Throw up a little of it on your 
knees
Am
Now doesn't that bring you back to 
the beginning
F     G         Em       Am
  Before you poured your elements
F   G      Am
A.. way... now sink back to the 
bottom of it all

Am
Seal your lips with the black stitch
 of a secret

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Parade with that speechless dryness 
of the desert

Lay flat under the lime light you 
feed off all the fiction

Cold callus and boiled between the 
bleak deep of your dirty hands

C                          Am
Kiss your son, now kiss your bible
C
You know I never wanted to see your 
face
Am
Oh I just won't believe it

F               G
Swallow a little of that sea
Em                 Am
Now taste a little bit of that salt 
in me
F               G
Throw up a little of it on your 
knees
Am
Now doesn't that bring you back to 
the beginning
F     G         Em       Am
  Before you poured your elements
F   G      Am
A.. way... now sink back to the 
bottom of it all

C
You're sinking, you're sinking

F               G
Swallow a little of that sea
Em                 Am
Now taste a little bit of that salt 
in me
F               G
Throw up a little of it on your 
knees
Am
Now doesn't that bring you back to 
the beginning
F     G         Em       Am
  Before you poured your elements
F   G      Am
A.. way... now sink back to the 
bottom of it all

F     G         Em       Am
  Before you poured your elements
F   G      Am
A.. way... now sink back to the 
bottom of it all