Em G D Am
I'm gonna renew my sinew until my cells divide no more
A
C A F#m
So lean me up and take a picture, I can't move my legs and arms
C A F#m
It's too much information, too much to be thinking of
C A F#m
And each of us have separate houses, and each of us have separate souls
C F#m
And some of us do nothing, some some of us do nothing more
G Gmaj7
Your home, (sleep as your figure becomes the stone, the stone, the)
D Dmaj7
Your head, (Time with the family, sleep the wheel, the tomb, the)
G Gmaj7
Take form, (dance with the atrophy cold and warm and warm your)
A D A D
First body, Last body
C Am G D C
I wish the cesspit would open like a Bible
Am G D C
I wish the rotten would blossom with the tidal
Em G D C
And, I've never been able to divide us
Am G D C
I'm gonna wrestle and wrangle until my legs become unreal
Am G D C
I'm gonna stumble and scramble my way to lactic ecstasy
F#m E C#m E D