Ab5                    E5                B5
Congratulations on the mess you made of things 
Ab5                          E5                B5
On trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings. 
Ab5                  E5              B5
And oxidation is the compromise you own 
    Ab5                                E5              
But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants her 
B5
bones saved 

Ab5      E5        B5
lalala ? lalala - lalala

Ab5                          E5            B5
You force your fire then you falsify your deeds 
Ab5                        E5                  B5
Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds
Ab5                             E5              B5 
And fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds
    Ab5                                E5                
But this is beginning to feel like the dog's lost her
B5 
lead 

Ab5      E5        B5
lalala ? lalala - lalala

Ab5                                E5
This is beginning to feel like the long 
                    B5
winded blues of the never
Ab5                                 E5 
This is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly 
    B5
and finding a throat to choke 

Ab5                                E5                
This is beginning to feel like the long 
                    B5
winded blues of the never
Ab5                             E5
Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture 
    B5
and blowing the crows, the smoke 

Ab5                                E5                
This is beginning to feel like the long 
                    B5
winded blues of the never
Ab5                         E5
Static explosion devoted to crushing the broken 
    B5
and shoving the souls to ghost 

Ab5
Eternalized. Objectified.
E5                      B5 
You set your sights so high. 
    Ab5
But this is beginning to feel like 
    E5                          B5
the bolt busted loose from the lever 

Ab5
Never mind. Death professor 
E5                      B5
Your structure?s fine. My dust is better 
Ab5
Your victim flies so high
E5                         B5
All to catch a bird's eye view of who's next 

Ab5
Never you mind. Death professor.
E5             B5 
Love is life. My love is better. 
Ab5
Your victim flies so high 
E5                              B5
Eyes could be the diamonds. Confused with who's next 

Ab5
Never you mind. Death professor. 
E5                     B5
Your shocks are fine, My struts are better. 
Ab5
Your fiction flies so high, 
E5                         B5
Y'all could use a doctor. Who's sick, who's next? 

Ab5
Never you mind. Death professor. 
E5            B5
Electrified, my love is better 
Ab5
It's crystallized, so'm I. 
E5                         B5
All could be the diamond. Fused with who's next 

Ab5                                E5
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of
B5
forever
Ab5                                E5
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of
B5
forever
Ab5                                E5
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of
B5
forever