Chords for Kings Kaleidoscope - Felix Culpa (Audio)
Tempo:
96.05 bpm
Chords used:
F
Am
C
A
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Turn [Am] the lights on, look at what I [C] [Am] have, see the twisted trophies of a dead [A] man.
Countless stories, tell of sin you [F] [Am] made, but they sing the [A] sweetness of my [F] Savior's name.
[Am]
I'm a torn man, spirit fighting [F] [Em] flesh, there's a [G] battle raging deep in [Am] my chest.
And all that haunts me, all that leaves a [F] [C] stain, only sings the sweetness of my [Dm] Savior's grace.
I'm [C] fortunate for all [B] my sins, I've [F] stories of grace to [Dm] recall.
I'm [C] fortunate for all [B] my glory, when [F] I sing [A] forgiving.
Jesus bought me, [G] now I'm [F] [Em] cursed, dying with sins.
Death I now [A] live, in all my vices, truth that shall not [F] [G] change, only speak the sweetness of my Savior's [Dm] grace.
[C] I'm fortunate for all [B] my sins, I've [F] stories of grace [Dm] to recall.
[C] I'm fortunate for all my [B] [C] glory, when I sing [F] forgiving.
[Am]
[F]
[Am]
And still, I'm a wicked, wretched man, I do everything I hate.
I am fighting to be God, I see things go in thrash and shake.
[F] I have killed and stacked the [Am] dead, on a throne from which I reign.
In the end, I've just drawn blood, and with it, my hands are stained.
[F] See the God who reigns on high, he has opened his own veins.
[Am] From his wounds, a rushing torrent that can wash it all away.
[F] Grace upon grace, upon grace, upon [Am] grace, grace
[Dm] upon
[C] [Bm]
[F] [Dm]
[C] [Bm]
[F] [D] [A]
[Bm]
[F] [Am]
[C] [Bm]
[F] [Am]
grace, upon grace, [A] grace [C]
upon [A] grace, upon [F] grace.
[Am] [C]
[A] [Am] [C]
[C] [Am]
[C]
[Am] I'm fortunate for all my glory, when I sing forgiving.
[C] [F]
Countless stories, tell of sin you [F] [Am] made, but they sing the [A] sweetness of my [F] Savior's name.
[Am]
I'm a torn man, spirit fighting [F] [Em] flesh, there's a [G] battle raging deep in [Am] my chest.
And all that haunts me, all that leaves a [F] [C] stain, only sings the sweetness of my [Dm] Savior's grace.
I'm [C] fortunate for all [B] my sins, I've [F] stories of grace to [Dm] recall.
I'm [C] fortunate for all [B] my glory, when [F] I sing [A] forgiving.
Jesus bought me, [G] now I'm [F] [Em] cursed, dying with sins.
Death I now [A] live, in all my vices, truth that shall not [F] [G] change, only speak the sweetness of my Savior's [Dm] grace.
[C] I'm fortunate for all [B] my sins, I've [F] stories of grace [Dm] to recall.
[C] I'm fortunate for all my [B] [C] glory, when I sing [F] forgiving.
[Am]
[F]
[Am]
And still, I'm a wicked, wretched man, I do everything I hate.
I am fighting to be God, I see things go in thrash and shake.
[F] I have killed and stacked the [Am] dead, on a throne from which I reign.
In the end, I've just drawn blood, and with it, my hands are stained.
[F] See the God who reigns on high, he has opened his own veins.
[Am] From his wounds, a rushing torrent that can wash it all away.
[F] Grace upon grace, upon grace, upon [Am] grace, grace
[Dm] upon
[C] [Bm]
[F] [Dm]
[C] [Bm]
[F] [D] [A]
[Bm]
[F] [Am]
[C] [Bm]
[F] [Am]
grace, upon grace, [A] grace [C]
upon [A] grace, upon [F] grace.
[Am] [C]
[A] [Am] [C]
[C] [Am]
[C]
[Am] I'm fortunate for all my glory, when I sing forgiving.
[C] [F]
Key:
F
Am
C
A
Dm
F
Am
C
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_ _ Turn [Am] _ the lights on, look at what I [C] [Am] have, see the twisted trophies of a dead [A] man.
Countless stories, tell of sin you [F] [Am] made, but they sing the [A] sweetness of my _ [F] Savior's name. _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I'm a torn man, spirit fighting [F] [Em] flesh, there's a [G] battle raging deep in [Am] my chest.
And all that haunts me, all that leaves a [F] [C] stain, only sings the sweetness of my [Dm] Savior's _ grace.
I'm [C] fortunate for all [B] my sins, I've [F] stories of grace to [Dm] recall.
I'm [C] fortunate for all [B] my glory, when [F] I sing _ [A] forgiving.
Jesus bought me, [G] now I'm [F] [Em] cursed, dying with sins.
Death I now [A] live, in all my vices, truth that shall not [F] [G] change, only speak the sweetness of my Savior's [Dm] grace.
[C] I'm fortunate for all [B] my sins, I've [F] stories of grace [Dm] to recall. _
[C] I'm fortunate for all my [B] _ [C] glory, when I sing _ [F] forgiving. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ And still, I'm a wicked, wretched man, I do everything I hate.
I am fighting to be God, I see things go in thrash and shake.
[F] I have killed and stacked the [Am] dead, on a throne from which I reign.
In the end, I've just drawn blood, and with it, my hands are stained.
[F] See the God who reigns on high, he has opened his own veins.
[Am] From his wounds, a rushing torrent that can wash it all away.
[F] _ _ Grace upon grace, upon grace, upon [Am] grace, grace _
_ _ _ _ [Dm] upon _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _
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[F] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
grace, upon grace, [A] grace [C]
upon [A] grace, upon [F] grace. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [C] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[Am] _ _ I'm fortunate for all my glory, when I sing forgiving. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Turn [Am] _ the lights on, look at what I [C] [Am] have, see the twisted trophies of a dead [A] man.
Countless stories, tell of sin you [F] [Am] made, but they sing the [A] sweetness of my _ [F] Savior's name. _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I'm a torn man, spirit fighting [F] [Em] flesh, there's a [G] battle raging deep in [Am] my chest.
And all that haunts me, all that leaves a [F] [C] stain, only sings the sweetness of my [Dm] Savior's _ grace.
I'm [C] fortunate for all [B] my sins, I've [F] stories of grace to [Dm] recall.
I'm [C] fortunate for all [B] my glory, when [F] I sing _ [A] forgiving.
Jesus bought me, [G] now I'm [F] [Em] cursed, dying with sins.
Death I now [A] live, in all my vices, truth that shall not [F] [G] change, only speak the sweetness of my Savior's [Dm] grace.
[C] I'm fortunate for all [B] my sins, I've [F] stories of grace [Dm] to recall. _
[C] I'm fortunate for all my [B] _ [C] glory, when I sing _ [F] forgiving. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ And still, I'm a wicked, wretched man, I do everything I hate.
I am fighting to be God, I see things go in thrash and shake.
[F] I have killed and stacked the [Am] dead, on a throne from which I reign.
In the end, I've just drawn blood, and with it, my hands are stained.
[F] See the God who reigns on high, he has opened his own veins.
[Am] From his wounds, a rushing torrent that can wash it all away.
[F] _ _ Grace upon grace, upon grace, upon [Am] grace, grace _
_ _ _ _ [Dm] upon _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
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[F] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
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grace, upon grace, [A] grace [C]
upon [A] grace, upon [F] grace. _ _ _
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[A] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [C] _ _
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_ _ [C] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
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[Am] _ _ I'm fortunate for all my glory, when I sing forgiving. _ _ _ _ _
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