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

Abm      E        B
lalala ? lalala - lalala

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

Abm      E        B
lalala ? lalala - lalala

Abm                                E
This is beginning to feel like the long 
                    B
winded blues of the never
Abm                                 E 
This is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly 
    B
and finding a throat to choke 

Abm                                E                
This is beginning to feel like the long 
                    B
winded blues of the never
Abm                             E
Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture 
    B
and blowing the crows, the smoke 

Abm                                E                
This is beginning to feel like the long 
                    B
winded blues of the never
Abm                         E
Static explosion devoted to crushing the broken 
    B
and shoving the souls to ghost 

Abm
Eternalized. Objectified.
E                      B 
You set your sights so high. 
    Abm
But this is beginning to feel like 
    E                          B
the bolt busted loose from the lever 

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

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

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

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

Abm                                E
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of
B
forever
Abm                                E
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of
B
forever
Abm                                E
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of
B
forever