Angels Of Porn

    C
My bedroom smells like rotten food
      G
And i guess so do i
     Am
It's harder to be good in here
        F
Than it is to starve and die

    C
I'd give my body to satan
           G
If i could only keep my soul
    Am
But i can't seem to find the split
F
Between them anymore

   C
My hair is falling out again
      G
And i don't really care
  Am
I try to stir my conscience
       F
It was never really there

     C
Your fingers up inside of me
          G
Feel like fingers down my throat
Am
Everything is fine in heaven
         F
But i'll never get to know

     C
Make sacrifice in bathtubs
   G                  Am
And stained bed covers
                         F
Soak all of my clothes in holy water
    C                 Am
And drown them like a crying son
Am               F
Drown them like a crying daughter
C
Praying in the night to the angels of porn
G
Nails in their wrists, knees on the floor
Am                      F
Great lakes full of cum extracted from everyone