Capo 6th!

Verse 1:

Am (x02210@1)            F (133211@1)          C (x32010@1)             GFeeling (320003@1)cold, feeling empty. Set the stage, where you want me.
        Am (x02210@1)          F (133211@1)                 C (x32010@1)          GAnd (320003@1)this crowd right before me doesn't care that I'm dying.
Am (x02210@1)                                 F (133211@1)               C (x32010@1)          GAnd (320003@1)the audience stands with their eyes fixed on the preconceived version of me.
          Am (x02210@1)            F (133211@1)                    C (x32010@1)                 GI'm (320003@1)so betrayed by your hopes, but I will not hide myself for your peace of mind.

Chorus 1:

Am (x02210@1)            F (133211@1)               C (x32010@1)                
Oh, but Child. I've got Vices like any other man.

Verse2: (same Chords as verse 1)

Raise a boy to a cynic. Take his love, and then let it turn into something passionate.
Something sick, something rabid.
And I vent to keep myself from caving. I don't hate you, I just hate where I'm heading.
I'm left here asking, when did I trade in my bleeding heart for a selfish win?

Chorus 2:

Am (x02210@1)            F (133211@1)                 C (x32010@1)      
Oh, but Mother. I've got Vices like any other man.
Am (x02210@1)           F (133211@1)                C (x32010@1)      GVices (320003@1)that you're not used to. Vices that'll make you think less of me.

Verse 3:

Leave me numb. Leave me jaded. She's a dream, I just play dead.
I've been blessed, I've been hated. She's the constant, and I'm her addict.
She's the only peace in this world, uneasy.
While I bite my tongue to keep from breaking the heart that I've spent my whole life seeking.
The only heart I've ever needed.

Chorus 3:

Am (x02210@1)                      F (133211@1)                C (x32010@1)      GOh, (320003@1)but Lover. I've got Vices like any other man.
Am (x02210@1)                      F (133211@1)    C (x32010@1)        GVices (320003@1)that you're not used to. Vices that'll make you think...
Am (x02210@1)                      F (133211@1)                C (x32010@1)      GOh, (320003@1)but Lover. I've got Vices like any other man.
Am (x02210@1)                      F (133211@1)     C (x32010@1)        GVices (320003@1)that you're not used to. Vices that'll make you think less of me. Less of me.

Verse 4:

Feeling cold, feeling empty. I am low, unworthy.
Bleed the God. Bleed the blessing. Like a vulture feasting.
I'll exist as if I don't feel conviction of my ignorance to my perfect prison.
But I feel the stabs on my wrists and ankles every time I try...
          Am (x02210@1) FTo (133211@1)forget you. 
           C (x32010@1)  GTo (320003@1)forget you.

Chorus 4

Am (x02210@1)                      F (133211@1)           C (x32010@1)      GOh, (320003@1)but Jesus. I've got Vices like any other man.
Am (x02210@1)               F (133211@1)            C (x32010@1)          G (320003@1)                     AmVices (x02210@1)that you're so used to. Vices that won't make you think less of me.