pariah king

F#m G A
it all spans out on a plane
Bm A D E
looking back , hardly a hill or valley still remains
F#m G A
the boy before the pain
Bm A D E –
still longs for the womb of love 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 D E
how many times did you try and stop the bleeding with a knife
F#m G A
there’s an incline to the floor
Bm A D E –
and everything in your crooked life ends up rolling out the door

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 F#m
there’s something wrong and beautiful
Bm F#m
kill a snake and make yourself pariah king
G A
the voice bleeds through the wall , no jimmy no

F#m G A –
Bm A D E –

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 A
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 A
the voice bleeds through the wall , no jimmy no