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