Purging

C#m F#m F The first night after your released E No one expects you to get much sleep C#m You're the waking walking dead F#m F In my case I'm not much better E Walk through the kitchen and grab a marker C#m Trace the path the blood will flow F#m A The lines I wear around my wrists are there to prove that I exist C#m Tomorrow it will be easier to forgive myself, and remember her F#m F E B/D# Without a guilty head, these nightmare lines, an empty heart F#m F E B/D# We take for granted all the things that make us who we are F#m F E B/D# Get up. Get dressed. Go to work. They all know who you are F#m F E B/D# They can't believe you'd show up here, but that's just who they are F#m F E B/D# Set up shop at your machine, calibrate, remember who you are C#m A C#m A F#m C#m A C#m A Here lies clarity in a perfect grave comprised of perfect steel C#m A The perfect blade glows a perfect white against the perfect lines from this perfect night C#m A F#m I'm the perfect picture of complacency, and that's all I feel F#m F Slow motion replaces real time E As the horror fills their eyes C#m These claws will never k**l again F#m (These lines I wear around my wrists F Are there to prove that I exist E ..these lines I wear around my wrists..) C#m A I am a monster clothed in crimson sleeves F#m A And perforated lines where my wrists should be C#m A A warehouse full of workers scramble like a pack of F#m A Bewildered wolves as my world turns black C#m And I fall A And I fall F#m And I fall A And I fall F#m And I fall