This is from Demon Hunter's second album, "Summer of Darkness." I thought
it would be nice for some people to be able to hear the same lyrics
presented differently, so I worked up an acoustic version. I'll be posting
my own recording of it on my profile if you want to actually hear how I
play and sing it. I think my guitar's tuned down a half step, as well, just
for reference.
Here are some barred chords I reduced to give it a darker, more open sound
between verses and on the bridge.
Gbar F#bar Abar
E|----0-----0-----0---|
B|----0-----0-----0---|
G|----0-----0-----0---|
D|----5-----4-----7---|
A|----5-----4-----7---|
E|----3-----2-----5---|
Verse:
EmIn (022000@1)the never-ending circle where the powerless meet
There grows a struggle from the burden of sustaining defeat
CIn (x32010@1)the face of every coward lies the blindest of hate
Am (x02210@1) Em (022000@1)Gbar F#bar
And in their eyes: a sharpened image of the damage they ma-ade
EmYou (022000@1)look at me to bear the burden of the suffering past
It wasn't me behind the veil of a heartless mask
CAnd (x32010@1)where were you the day that everybody cursed your name?
Am (x02210@1) Em (022000@1) Gbar
You were the distant voice of pride that never stood the sha-ame
Prechorus:
Em (022000@1) GThe (320003@1)weak of the mind will use fist, and the fist of the frail will bring gun
Am (x02210@1) CThe (x32010@1)loudest of guns provoke bombs, and in wrath he will chase 'til its done
Chorus:
Em (022000@1) Am (x02210@1) Em (022000@1) Am (x02210@1) Em (022000@1) Am (x02210@1) Em (022000@1) Am (x02210@1)Em (022000@1) Gbar F#bar
Your history is dead wrong. Dead. Philosophy is dead wrong. Dead. Wro-ong.
Verse:
EmWithin (022000@1)the mind of modern culture there's an idle cog
It is the section of humanity that never forgot
CAnd (x32010@1)in the midst of moving forward we have given the right
Am (x02210@1) Em (022000@1) Gbar F#bar
To let the wolves attack the sheep and bury guilt inside
EmI (022000@1)won't forget the twisted picture of the filth that we were
Or disregard the fading voices of the people we hurt
CBut (x32010@1)I was never pulling triggers or degrading your face
Am (x02210@1) Em (022000@1) Gbar
Don't look at me to give the reason for the pain that you tra-ace
Prechorus:
Em (022000@1) GThe (320003@1)weak of the mind will use fist, and the fist of the frail will bring gun
Am (x02210@1) CThe (x32010@1)loudest of guns provoke bombs, and in wrath he will chase 'til its done
Chorus:
Em (022000@1) Am (x02210@1) Em (022000@1) Am (x02210@1) Em (022000@1) Am (x02210@1) Em (022000@1) AmYour (x02210@1)history is dead wrong. Dead. Philosophy is dead wrong. Dead. Wrong.
Em (022000@1) Am (x02210@1) Em (022000@1) Am (x02210@1) Em (022000@1) Am (x02210@1) Em (022000@1) Am (x02210@1)
Your history is dead wrong. Dead. Philosophy is dead wrong. Dead. Wro-ong.
Em Gbar F#bar Abar Gbar (play this 4x)
Em (022000@1) Gbar F#bar Abar Gbar Em (022000@1) Gbar F#bar Abar Gbar
The scars outlive the pain. Reflections will remain. (play 3x)
Em (022000@1) Gbar F#bar Abar Gbar Em (022000@1) Gbar F#bar Abar Gbar
The scars outlive the pain. Your sickness will remain
Em (022000@1)Am (x02210@1)Em (022000@1)Am (x02210@1)Em (022000@1)Am (x02210@1)Em (022000@1)AmWrong (x02210@1)
Em (022000@1) Am (x02210@1) Em (022000@1) Am (x02210@1) Em (022000@1) Am (x02210@1) Em (022000@1) AmDead (x02210@1)wrong. Dead. Wrong. Dead wrong. Dead. Wrong.
Em (022000@1) Am (x02210@1) Em (022000@1) Am (x02210@1) Em (022000@1) Am (x02210@1) Em (022000@1) Am (x02210@1)
Dead wrong. Dead. Wrong. Dead. Dead wrong. Dead. Wro-ong.
Tag:
Em (022000@1) GThe (320003@1)weak of the mind will use fist, and the fist of the frail will bring gun
Am (x02210@1) CThe (x32010@1)loudest of guns provoke bombs, and in wrath he will chase 'til its done
Em Gbar F#bar Abar Gbar (play this through 3x. on 4th time, end on F#bar)
