Pariah King

   F#m G              A
It all spans out on a plane
Bm            A             
Looking back, hardly a hill or 
   D              E  E7
valley still remains
    F#m G          A
The boy before the pain
Bm                  A            
Still longs for the womb of love 
      D                   E  E7
as he smashes down with a cane

          D                  A
It builds up, then it breaks down
G                     D
It's your perception alone
        Bm              A
Of grey hands taking control
G                A            -
But what can you do to prove it

F#m G               A
The flat waste of a life
Bm                 A             
How many times did you try and 
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stop the bleeding with a knife
           F#m G          A
There's an incline to the floor
Bm                A              
And everything in your crooked 
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life ends up rolling out the door

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          D                  A
It builds up, then it breaks down
G                         D
But it's your perception alone
        Bm                  A
Of grey hands have taken control
G                A
But what can you do to prove it
G                 A           -
Look man, there's nothing to it

Bm                          F#m
What are you really getting at when 
you sing?
Bm                        
There's something wrong and 
        F#m
beautiful
Bm                        F#m
Kill a snake and make yourself 
pariah king
    G                              
The voice bleeds through the wall, 
         A
no Jimmy no

F#m  G  A  -
Bm  A  D  E  E7

          D                  A
It builds up, then it breaks down
G                     D
It's your perception alone
          Bm             A
With your hand over your mouth
G                  D
God forbid it gets out
         Bm                    A
The grey hands have got you in tow
G                A
But what can you do to prove it
G                 A
Look boy, there's nothing to it

Bm                          F#m
What are you really getting at when 
you sing?
Bm                             F#m
It's something wrong and beautiful
Bm                        F#m
Kill a snake and make yourself 
pariah king
    G                              
The voice bleeds through the wall, 
         A
no Jimmy no