Nicole Dollanganger – Angels Of Porn (Guitar)

   E
my bedroom smells like rotten food

      B
and I guess so do I

     D
it’s harder to be good in here

        A
than it is to starve and die

    E
I’d give my body to satan

           B
if I could only keep my soul

    D
but I can’t seem to find the split

  A
between them anymore

   E
my hair is falling out again

      B
and I don’t really care

  D
I try to stir my conscience

       A
it was never really there

     E
your fingers up inside of me

          B
feel like fingers down my throat

D
everything is fine in heaven

         A
but I’ll never get to know

     E
make sacrifice in bathtubs

    B
and stained bed covers

D                         A
soak all of my clothes in holy water

    E                 B
and drown them like a crying son

D                 A
drown them like a crying daughter

E
praying in the night to the angels of porn

D
nails in their wrists, knees on the floor

D                         A*
great lakes full of cum extracted from everyone