Dm All bets are off, but you still think that you've got a right, well Your lucky days are numbered now, and you're to blame You built a castle of sand, shaking the devil's hand well At least I've still got my soul to sell Chorus: Dm you've got to take A# me away cause i F wanna feel wanna feel C something that's real thing that’s real Dm A# help me escape cause F i wanna be I’ll take my last breath left C to be free i just wanna Dm fake my own death You played your part of the whore, you've got some kinda nerve Or have you forgot I don't forget? And you're too late You walk beside the dead where the angels never tread well At least I've still got a soul to sell Chorus Dm there's nowhere to run from hell and above i swear to a god that someday there will be blood Dm C it all comes down in F the end in spite of Gm Am me you do it all again Dm C it all comes down in F the end in spite of Gm Am me you do it all again Chorus | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm A# C Dm F Gm |