the confession Chords

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[Verse 1]
[Am]There's nothing as cold as the freez[Dm]e in your [G]soul
at the [Am]moment when [G]you are arres[Am]ted.
There's nothing as real as the iron and [G]steel
on the [Am]handcuffs [G]when you pro[Am]tested.
You [C]raced through the night in the [E]prison of fright
as [Am]you head for the quicksand of [G]questions.
And [Am]children unborn will see you in [G]scorn
If [Am]ever you [G]make a confes[Am]sion.
And the click of the lock is a shiver of [G]shock
As you wonder what are their object[Am]ives.
Up on your guard, for the voices [G]are hard
That be[Am]long to the [G]cops and de[Am]tectives.
And it's [C]hard to believe,
as [Em]they roll up their sleeves
[Am]That you're in for more than a ses[G]sion
And [Am]it couldn't be true,
and it's not really [G]you
That they [Am]want to make [G]a confess[Am]ion
You cannot conceal the confusion you [G]feel
As they [Am]steadily [G]work [Am]to outguess you
And some will pretend they are really your [D]friend,
[G]who[Am] rally aro[G]und to your res[Am]cue.
With [C]frightening force,
your [E]mind is divorced [Am]to give them the guilty impressi[G]on.
[Am]Every word that you hear is a weapon of
[G]fear to [Am]win the [G]war of confess[Am]ion.
The lights shoot a glare like bullets they [G]stare
and [Am]burn at [G]the base of convic[Am]tion.
And you squint and you blink and you try not
[G]to think of [Am]the cobweb[C]s of c[G]ontradic[Am]tions.
And your [C]clothes will be wet with [E]rivers of
sweat that [Am]tells the tale of the ten[G]sion.
And [Am]once in a while
[Dm]the clock has to smile
[G]As it cou[Am]nts the[G] time of confessio[Am]n
The questions will rain
and pour [D]on your brain
[G]With the pro[Am]per speed
[G]they are driven[Am]
The circles they pace and the
sneers on their [G]face
Tells [Am]you no [G]quarter is [Am]given
You can [C]salvage your mind
when the [Em]paper is
[E]And [Em]the [Am]crime is
solved by oppres[G]sion,
But [Am]win, lose, or draw,
it's the rule [D]of the [G]law
To [Am]always [G]work for confes[Am]sion.
And the balance of scale
seems distant an[G]d pale
In the [Am]shadowy [G]days of the tri[Am]al,
And sometimes they die with
their name on [G]a lie
When it's [Am]all too [G]late for denia[Am]l.
When agree[C]ment is full,
the [E]switch must be pulled
An[Am]d the chair leaves no
hope for correc[G]tion
But [Am]the chances are large
he was guilty as [G]charged
After [Am]all, he made [G]a confess[Am]ion