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:
E5
In the never-ending circle where the powerless meet
There grows a struggle from the burden of sustaining defeat
C5
In the face of every coward lies the blindest of hate
A5 E5 Gbar F#bar
And in their eyes: a sharpened image of the damage they ma-ade
E5
You look at me to bear the burden of the suffering past
It wasn't me behind the veil of a heartless mask
C5
And where were you the day that everybody cursed your name?
A5 E5 Gbar
You were the distant voice of pride that never stood the sha-ame
Prechorus:
E5 G5
The weak of the mind will use fist, and the fist of the frail will bring gun
A5 C5
The loudest of guns provoke bombs, and in wrath he will chase 'til its done
Chorus:
E5 A5 E5 A5 E5 A5 E5 A5 E5 Gbar F#bar
Your history is dead wrong. Dead. Philosophy is dead wrong. Dead. Wro-ong.
Verse:
E5
Within the mind of modern culture there's an idle cog
It is the section of humanity that never forgot
C5
And in the midst of moving forward we have given the right
A5 E5 Gbar F#bar
To let the wolves attack the sheep and bury guilt inside
E5
I won't forget the twisted picture of the filth that we were
Or disregard the fading voices of the people we hurt
C5
But I was never pulling triggers or degrading your face
A5 E5 Gbar
Don't look at me to give the reason for the pain that you tra-ace
Prechorus:
E5 G5
The weak of the mind will use fist, and the fist of the frail will bring gun
A5 C5
The loudest of guns provoke bombs, and in wrath he will chase 'til its done
Chorus:
E5 A5 E5 A5 E5 A5 E5 A5
Your history is dead wrong. Dead. Philosophy is dead wrong. Dead. Wrong.
E5 A5 E5 A5 E5 A5 E5 A5
Your history is dead wrong. Dead. Philosophy is dead wrong. Dead. Wro-ong.
Em Gbar F#bar Abar Gbar (play this 4x)
E5 Gbar F#bar Abar Gbar E5 Gbar F#bar Abar Gbar
The scars outlive the pain. Reflections will remain. (play 3x)
E5 Gbar F#bar Abar Gbar E5 Gbar F#bar Abar Gbar
The scars outlive the pain. Your sickness will remain
E5 A5 E5 A5 E5 A5 E5 A5
Wrong
E5 A5 E5 A5 E5 A5 E5 A5
Dead wrong. Dead. Wrong. Dead wrong. Dead. Wrong.
E5 A5 E5 A5 E5 A5 E5 A5
Dead wrong. Dead. Wrong. Dead. Dead wrong. Dead. Wro-ong.
Tag:
E5 G5
The weak of the mind will use fist, and the fist of the frail will bring gun
A5 C5
The 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)
