F#m G A It all spans out on a plane Bm A D E Looking back, hardly a hill or valley still remains F#m G A The boy before the pain Bm A D E - Still longs for the womb of love as he smashes down with a cane D A It builds up, then it breaks down G D It's your perception alone Bm A Of grey hands taking control G A - But what can you do to prove it F#m G A The flat waste of a life Bm A D E How many times did you try and stop the bleeding with a knife F#m G A There's an incline to the floor Bm A D E - And everything in your crooked life ends up rolling out the door D A It builds up, then it breaks down G D But it's your perception alone Bm A Of grey hands have taken control G A But what can you do to prove it G A - Look man, there's nothing to it Bm F#m What are you really getting at when you sing? Bm F#m There's something wrong and beautiful Bm F#m Kill a snake and make yourself pariah king G A The voice bleeds through the wall, no Jimmy no FGA- BADE- D A It builds up, then it breaks down G D It's your perception alone Bm A With your hand over your mouth G A God forbid it gets out Bm A The grey hands have got you in tow G A But what can you do to prove it G A Look boy, there's nothing to it Bm F#m What are you really getting at when you sing? Bm F#m It's something wrong and beautiful Bm F#m Kill a snake and make yourself pariah king G A The voice bleeds through the wall, no Jimmy no