Made From Dust Ivoryline All the wretched[C] things have done[Em] are now submerged in [C]Blood, who is re[Em]sponsible for all of this love?[C] It's [Em]true, we cannot [F]live without for[G]giveness. I [C]try so hard to [Em]live above the world, Selfish [C]lies give me [Em]more and more grief?[C] We still [Em]store our treasures [F]here, so easily [G]destroyed. [F]The final [Am]time, I [G]close my [F]eyes. [F] I[Am] will [G]open them in para[F]dise. [C]Now I rea[Em]lise I am nothing but a (azchords.com)
