Em G C G 2x
In the depths of
dizziness
I picked a
fight with myself like a
real roughneck
Screaming, “You don’t know who you’re
dealing with.”
I threw a h
ell of a punch but I
couldn’t connect
At the edge of a
silhouette
I caught a
glimpse of a face I w
ill never forget
Speaking future words of an i
diot
I understood
them at once but didn’t
know what I meant
Be st
ill or b
reak everyth
ing in ha
lf
Find free w
ill in a
drawing of
a ba
th
Kill what you
want or s
ave everything you c
an
Be sti
ll. You’re the pict
ure of a man
Oh, man, can you p
icture it?
Picture of a man
Oh, man, can you p
icture it?
In the heat of an a
rgument
I got tric
ked into saying that I kn
ew how I felt
As if yo
u give something a value just by
naming it
I’d be
a hell of a vendor if I k
new who I’d sell
And at the end of everythi
ng relevant
I slowly
emptied my lungs and watc
hed the light sunset
Burning everything natural and
negative
I inhal
ed it all and didn’t know
where I went
Be st
ill or b
reak everyth
ing in ha
lf
Find free w
ill in a
drawing of
a ba
th
Kill what you
want or s
ave everything you c
an
Be sti
ll. You’re the pict
ure of a man
You’re the p
icture of a ma
n
You’re the p
icture of a ma
n
Oh, man, can you p
icture it?
Picture of a man
Oh, man, can you p
icture it?
