Standard Tuning (EADGBe)
Arranged by Jack Cookson (Torn_Asunder)
Intro: E5 , B5
Verse One:
E5 B5
Where are the ones who carry their guns to the far away lands with the
C#5 A5
blackened suns from the smokened narrow minds. The half-truth trails and the
B5 E5 B5
holy lies of an empty heart and overflowing mouth, a plastic smile and a
C#5 A5
coward's frown. Reprecussions come around when the word named free burns to
B5
the ground somehow.
Interlude: E5 , B5 , C#5 , A5 , B5 , E5 , B5
Verse Two:
E5 B5
Where are the deaf and where are the dumb from the side of the tracks where
C#5 A5
no reason comes from and the tables never bare. The water runs and momma's
B5 E5 B5
always there so who separates the world from the start. Where such words
C#5
would come and such thoughts would cause a shot heard round the world. Or
A5 B5
just as sad never heard at all.
Chorus:
E5 B5 A5 C#5
So down down down like a ball of flames, to the rotten core filling up with
A5 C#5 Ab5 B5
names of hypocrites what a massive list, don't exclude yourself from it.
E5 B5 A5 C#5
Don't compromise administration lies carried out and covered up with time,
A5 C#5 Ab5 A5
carried out and turned around to shine. High on a pedestal of broken lives.
Interlude: E5 , B5 , C#5 , A5 , B5 , E5 , B5
Verse Three:
E5 B5
Compassion speaks loud for itself falls on broken ears and off the value
C#5 A5 B5
shelf into the dirt left to the wind. Coming up strong ready to begin to
E5 B5
obliterate the word from the start Where such words would come and such
C#5 A5
thoughts would cause a spark that'll set a blaze and leave the embers red
B5
until the end of days.
Chorus:
E5 B5 A5 C#5
So down down down like a ball of flames, to the rotten core filling up with
A5 C#5 Ab5 B5
names of hypocrites what a massive list, don't exclude yourself from it.
E5 B5 A5 C#5
Don't compromise administration lies carried out and covered up with time,
A5 C#5 Ab5 A5
carried out and turned around to shine. High on a pedestal of broken lives.
Interlude: E5 , B...
Outro:
E5 B5
Where are the ones who carry their guns to the far away lands with the
C#5 A5
blackened suns from the smokened narrow minds. The half-truth trails and the
B5 E5 B5
holy lies of an empty heart and overflowing mouth, a plastic smile and a
C#5 A5 B5
coward's frown. Reprecussions come around when the word named free burns to
E5
the ground somehow.