Dm          G
Can't survive another come-down day
         Dm                    F
When the spirit houses so much pain
        C       F                 C    Em  Am G
So much bitterness, so much bitterness
Dm                          G
I need to teach myself to feel again
        Dm                         C
Somehow I lost the thread of being human
                     F                    C   G  Am G F
Rotted in this bitterness, too much bitterness

Am                           G
I'm so confused, what is the function of this ego-sickness?
C                             F
Uselessly beleaguered by self-hatred whisperings
                  Em
I can't deal with mourning at the carcass
Am
Of my failures any longer


Slipping on my own vomit while I
Dm                       G
Tried to call you from a bathroom in Sao Paulo, but I was
Dm                                 Am
Too drunk to formulate any sort of Earthly language
        C         F                  C  Em  Am  C
So much bitterness, too much bitterness

Dm                              G
Other people can say there is a true belief system
Dm                                       Am
But all my life I've been betrayed by my mother's religion
        C        F                C    E  G  F
So much bitterness, too much bitterness

Am                            G
I'm so destroyed, what is the purpose of this ego-sickness?
C                           F
Uselessly besieged by self-aversion whisperings
             Em
Man, I can't deal with mourning at the carcass
Am
Of my failures any longer

Any longer!

Am Em

Am
Can't seem to get the saddle on
                              Em  Am
The spoils of this morbid fugue

My mantras of subhuman nature
                     Dm    Em   Am
Just a baleful ululation

Em
The ink's dripping all over me!
    Am             Dm             Em  Am
The only regret I have is caring!

Are we posing, are we props riding the anger till it stops?

Dm
Father, will we starve today? Father, will we starve?
Dm
Father, will we starve today? Father, will we starve?

Dm
No my child, there are wild women here and a crafty fish am I
Dm
No my child, there are wild women here and a fleshy catch am I

Dm
Will our quarters be the sunken earth deep beneath the meadow?
Dm
Will our quarters be the sunken earth deep beneath the ground?

Dm
No my child, you lay your head upon a monstrous felony
Dm
No my child, you'll rest your head upon a gross misdeed

Dm
Father will I cry again, crossed the earth to fight
Dm
Father will I cry again, a victim of abuse

Dm
No my child, don't be the world needs more distinction
Dm
For awful retribution is the singular delight

Dm  Am

Breakdown melody is:
E|------3---0----1----0-------|
B|----------------------------|
G|----------------------------|
D|----------------------------|
A|----------------------------|
E|----------------------------|

A                            Gm
It's hard to sympathize with those that won't fight for themselves;
A                            B
I can't hold both our faces off the flames much longer
     A           Fm              D
The child of our struggle is free
      A            Fm            E       D
I've fallen out of love with the prisoner

A                  D  A
What's to save us?