The Heretic

[Bm]   Inevitably
[G]  It's starting to bleed
[D]  And couldn't be[A] stopped, that's justice
[Bm]  Incredible luck[G], to lift and be st[D]ruck
What curious thing[A]s..

[Bm]  [G]   [D]   [A]
[Bm]  A moment to th[G]ink, before we will sing
[D]  The beauties alin[A]ed, so sweetly
[Bm]  And don't be afrai[G]d, don't be afraid
[D]  Don't be afrai[A]d...

Repeat: [Bm] [G] [D] [A]

[Bm] Does this look like t[G]hat?
(My bumpkin[D] boy)
How cruel you g[A]et

I've started again
(My bumpkin boy)
To miss your hands
What carnage you've left
(My bumpkin boy)
And you were dead
Remember your flesh
(My bumpkin boy)
To see us break

Our souls are unrest
What kind of pride is this?
Dry your, dry your eyes
The salt is warmed
If burning the flesh means finding the one

Does this look like that?
(My bumpkin boy)
How cruel you get
I've started again
(My bumpkin boy)
To miss your hands
What carnage you've left
(My bumpkin boy)
And you were dead
Remember your flesh
(My bumpkin boy)
To see us break

(Flesh is heretic
My body is a witch
I am burning it)

My bumpkin boy
How cruel you get
I've started again
My bumpkin boy
To miss your hand...