Dm               F           Bb                                   Dm
    Is there a place up in heaven where they store the world’s debris?
           C              F                                Dm
I swear I’m not a wicked person; is there a wasteland for me?
       F                  Bb                                  Dm
Am I scared? I’m fucking terrified, these thoughts eat me alive
C               F
     (From the inside)

[Interlude]
Dm Bb F Dm F C x2

[Verse]
Dm                F            Bb                           Dm
     Is there a church down in hell where the addicts go to meet?
          C                 F                               Dm
Seeking shelter from their demons, trading shame for amnesty?
       F                  Bb                                  Dm
Am I scared? I’m fucking terrified, these thoughts eat me alive
C               F
      From the inside

[Chorus]
Dm                      Bb
   I am a liar, I am a sinner
                            F
I am the furthest from the grace that my parents made
       C                        Dm
I’m reminded of it every single day
                             Bb
(I am the snake, I am the snare
                        F
Who’s beats of my own heart’s what kept me marching
         C
With no legs to get me there.)
Dm                          Bb
   We’re all liars, living sinners
                             F
Now the furthest from the grace that our parents made
   C
It won’t define me in any way