Intro
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[Verse 1]
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Take a sip from the cup of piping hot procrastination
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That's another sleepless night from all my sleep hallucinations
A
Point my finger at the cause. Mom hates dad and dad hates mom
F#m D
But they did pretty well to salvage something broken since the year of '91
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 2]
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B different home every year creates an oddly scattered head
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Filled with unproductive thoughts that pair with existential dread
A
I am in desperate need of therapy but cannot pay the bills
F#m
How do you put a price on mental health
D
Whilst everybody's burning
[Chorus]
A F#m D
I'll rest with this in my guts
A F#m D
As I'm forced through the incinerator
A F#m D
It's cold, it's calculated
A F#m D
And it won't stop 'til I'm obliterated
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 3]
A
Two years ago you came to visit my completely empty home
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We built a tree out of the cardboard that we found out on the streets
A
We spent our Christmas at the dollar store and you cried a lot that morning
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Said you hated this whole situation right as mom was calling
[Chorus]
A F#m D
I'll rest with this in my guts
A F#m D
As I'm forced through the incinerator
A F#m D
It's cold, it's calculated
A F#m D
It won't stop 'til I'm obliterated
[Bridge]
F#m
Well, I wasn't an easy child
I was stubborn to the core
D A
Filled with a distrust in authority and a new found feeling
I did not understand
E
Which grew and manifested in this hollow home that creaked and splintered
With every step I took
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Well I'm sorry mom, and I'm sorry dad
I'm sorry Sammy for the distance and the aftermath
A
That stained and desecrated the person that I am today
E
The sour discoloration that fills my day to day
[Chorus]
A F#m D
I'll rest with this in my guts
A F#m D
As I'm forced through the incinerator
A F#m D
Yeah, it's cold, it's calculated
A F#m D
And it won't stop 'til I'm obliterated
[End]
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