G Bm A
It's really turning now
[Interlude]
D C# D A
[Break]
D
Bone, to the blade
C#
My letter, white feather, no halves
D
"Dread," that's what the devil said
A
My prison, my prison, my guard
[Verse 2]
D C# D A
He laid his hands upon me
D C# D A
He took ahold of my life
G Bm
The terror and the old blood screech
A G
When you mix those colours something's gonna happen
Bm
I don't wanna see them, I don't wanna know them
A Em
I spasm on the floor and wait for it to end
[Pre-Chorus]
Em Bm A Em
(You wanna know) But as he throws the crutches down
Bm A
(You wanna know) Eleven thousand knees bent let them know you're coming