Butcher

C#m Doomsday, the end of the century E In accord with prophecy A Is all your fear, your fire, your family E H Written within The Book of Butchery? C#m My appetite is endless E The people defenseless A This land is big, this land is bigger E H But never as big as the mouth of the singer-o C#m E Every morning I listen to confessional A I don’t give a shit ’bout the bulk of it E H Still I keep it professional C#m E And as penance I tell ’em to proselytize A Say the sun is red, say that I am red, say E H All their bases belong to us C#m And of doomsday, the end of the century E In accord with prophecy A Put all your fear, your fire, your family E H Into the mouth of Final Fantasy C#m E A E H C#m E And the bishops will kneel at their altars and sing A Remove their coils, their rings, their jewels E H Lay them all down in sacrifice C#m What of things? What things? What is this thing? E I’ve a temper as shiny as any bling! A E H And all this attention will gain you no favour in Paradise. C#m And of doomsday, the end of the century E In accord with prophecy A Go all your fear, your fire, your family E H Into the mouth of Final Fantasy C#m E A E H 2x C#m The crack E Where is the crack? A E H When did I crack? C#m The crack E Where is the crack? A E H When did I crack? C#m Then I’ll stand alone on a planet with E Nothing left to remember it A And I’ll try, I’ll try, I’ll try to prevent it E H I’ll try, I’ll try, but I’ll never stop it, no C#m Muzzle me, muzzle muzzle me E Bind my will and break of me A And you try, you try, you try to prevent it E H You’ll try, you’ll try, but you’ll never stop it, no