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CM7
Are we beloved indeed?
Am7
What is creed and what is crime?
CM7
Heavenly? Out of one's mind?
People love, esteem
Am7
And cherish who they crucified
F
As victims we pretend to cry
G
Tragedy, end of days?
F
Or it's just the blindness of a man
G
Loyalty or fanaticism?
Hopeless, it makes me feel so lonely
C
Homicide
Felony
A gunfire
Am
Agony
You rest the bullets on the altar
C
And you die
And you kill
Dead inside
Am
You reveal
F
Your aberration under your faith
G
Taken dreams, taken lives
F
Taken angels from the innocence's arms
G
Priory, house of pain!
Am
It's drivin' nails in the cold rain
C G
But i feel the end of the storm
Dm Am
And free the twelve caught souls
C G Dm
When we see the burnin' crosses for relief
CM7 Am7
We rely on the unknown to leave our guilt behind
Mercy won't erase your lies
CM7 Am7
Face the evidence that god is something to relieve
F
Heaven is freedom and hell is here
G
Taken dreams, taken lives
F
Taken angels from the innocence's arms
G
Priory, house of pain!
Am
It's drivin' nails in the cold rain
C G
But i feel the end of the storm
Dm Am
And free the twelve caught souls
C G Dm Am
When we see the burnin' crosses for relief
C G
Now i see the end of the storm
Dm Am
And glance the twelve taught souls
C G Dm
They are free somewhere resting in the memories
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