Chords for Atmosphere - God's Bathroom Floor (Official Audio)

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Head, pressure, senses clutched, date, divinity, wooden, fuck, touched, hazy, God, change,
rush, floor, life, veins, head, pressure, senses clutched, date, divinity, wooden, fuck,
touched, hazy, God, change, [F#] rush, floor, life, [A#m] From a head full of pressure, rest the senses
that I clutched, made a date with divinity, but she wouldn't let me fuck, I got touched
by a hazy shade of God, helped me change, caught a rush on the floor from the life in
my veins, From a head full of pressure, rest the senses that I clutched, made a date with
divinity, but she wouldn't let me fuck, [C#] I got touched by a hazy shade of God, helped
me, thanks, [F#] caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins.
[A#m] It goes one for the
cannabis and two for your dianetics, three for the reasoning and four for those that
try to get it, five for your love and six for the stress, and seven for the day that
I climbed into this mess.
From a head full of stress sensors that I clutched, I made
a date with divinity, but she wouldn't let me, and I got punched [C#] by a hazy shade that
[A#m] helped me, and caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins.
I'm catching ulcers
from the child proof lighters and all of these fine true fighters that keep the wires in
my head tighter.
I'm tired out by the distance, it's a jeep walking in my sleep, force got
shifted since the high, got a dad to dig fast, dad to keep cool, I call him back soon as
I resume normal and get out of this bathroom.
And call management, seek some reimbursement
for the nerve endings that burned from the first hits.
From a head full of pressure at
the sensors that I clutched, made a date with divinity, but she wouldn't let me, fuck, I
got punched by a hazy shade of God, helped me change, caught a rush on the floor from
the life in my veins.
Head full of pressure at the sensors that I clutched, made a date
with divinity, but she wouldn't let me, fuck, and [C#] I got punched by a hazy shade of God,
helped me change, [F#] caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins.
[A#m] So fuck needles,
fuck smoke, fuck lines that make the sinus choke, fuck chases, trails, fuck waves and
rails, fuck hangovers, fuck hallucinations, regurgitations, mandatory sentences, anguates,
traits, and blind my insight and dull the common sense, get me inhibition, kill the
superstition and the confidence.
Built a tolerance, now it's more that I consume, and when it
boards up my room, the world's whores will croon in unison, unify the eulogy, autopsy
pages read euthanasia, i.e. irony, well here I be within a pool of my drool, sedated windows,
dilated coma, toast, life overdose.
Tell Jacob I'll keep it wild style, I promise I'll smile,
and check the floor, God's got nice tile.
Tell Jake I'll keep that shit wild style, and I'll smile,
and check the floor, God's got nice tile.
From my head full of pressure, rest the senses that I
clutched, made a date with divinity, but she wouldn't [C#] let me, fuck, and I got punched by a
hazy shade of God, helped me change, caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins.
From my
head full of pressure, rest the senses that I clutched, [A#m] I made a date with divinity, but she
wouldn't let me, fuck, and I got punched by a hazy shade of God, helped me change, [F#] caught a rush on the floor from the life in my [A#m] veins.
Head, pressure, senses, clutch, date, divinity, wouldn't, fuck, touched, hazy, God, change, rush, floor, life.
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