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