Standard Tuning (EADGBe)
Arranged by Jack Cookson (Torn_Asunder)
Intro: E , B9
Verse One:
E B9
Where are the ones who carry their guns to the far away lands with the
C#m A9
blackened suns from the smokened narrow minds. The half-truth trails and the
B9 E B9
holy lies of an empty heart and overflowing mouth, a plastic smile and a
C#m A9
coward's frown. Reprecussions come around when the word named free burns to
B9
the ground somehow.
Interlude: E , B9 , C#m , A9 , B9 , E , B9
Verse Two:
E B9
Where are the deaf and where are the dumb from the side of the tracks where
C#m A9
no reason comes from and the tables never bare. The water runs and momma's
B9 E B9
always there so who separates the world from the start. Where such words
C#m
would come and such thoughts would cause a shot heard round the world. Or
A9 B9
just as sad never heard at all.
Chorus:
E B9 A9 C#m
So down down down like a ball of flames, to the rotten core filling up with
A C#m Ab/E B9
names of hypocrites what a massive list, don't exclude yourself from it.
E B9 A9 C#m
Don't compromise administration lies carried out and covered up with time,
A9 C#m Ab/E A9
carried out and turned around to shine. High on a pedestal of broken lives.
Interlude: E , B9 , C#m , A9 , B9 , E , B9
Verse Three:
E B9
Compassion speaks loud for itself falls on broken ears and off the value
C#m A9 B9
shelf into the dirt left to the wind. Coming up strong ready to begin to
E B9
obliterate the word from the start Where such words would come and such
C#m A9
thoughts would cause a spark that'll set a blaze and leave the embers red
B9
until the end of days.
Chorus:
E B9 A9 C#m
So down down down like a ball of flames, to the rotten core filling up with
A C#m Ab/E B9
names of hypocrites what a massive list, don't exclude yourself from it.
E B9 A9 C#m
Don't compromise administration lies carried out and covered up with time,
A9 C#m Ab/E A9
carried out and turned around to shine. High on a pedestal of broken lives.
Interlude: E , B...
Outro:
E B9
Where are the ones who carry their guns to the far away lands with the
C#m A9
blackened suns from the smokened narrow minds. The half-truth trails and the
B9 E B9
holy lies of an empty heart and overflowing mouth, a plastic smile and a
C#m A9 B9
coward's frown. Reprecussions come around when the word named free burns to
E
the ground somehow.