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Intro/verse riff -----------------------------------------------------------------| -------------------------------------------------------------0---| ---------------2p0----------------------2--------------------2---| ---------2-------------2------------------------3----------------| ----0---------------------------------------------------3--------| -----------------------------3----1------------------------------| (repeat riff throughout verse, or play chords) Am/g f c Took a light decided it wasn’t too bright Grew dimmer in the darkness and bitter in the night There’s nothing too sweet for me Yet turn on all the street lights, you still cannot see Dm c f , dm c am Mmm mmm mm mm mm mm Am/g f c There is a monster beneath every bed Travels from your lack of spine to your lack of head And no this isn’t personal to me But it rings a chord in a personal decree So take your brick back you never willed So self centered to think you will be filled With a drug it’s the best god damned drug it kills Hypnoticised exchange obedience for will Cos this ship is sailing right into the swell The clouds are gathering, it’s foreboding as hell I ain’t a whale but an empty shell Float on with all the souls that have fell Cos we get by on the sunshine You put your face on it it’s a frown it’s a tut, it’s a why why why It’s an anchor to the pressurized core It’s a guide to the bad it’s a rudder for the whores Dm c f , dm c am Mmm mmm mm mm mm mm Am/g f c Now I’m afraid that when I set sail All these timely investments I made will fail I lost my map I lost my mind Spiral downwards, and backwards through time But these creations, a crack in the mould I dictate to the ether to do what it’s told And by the end I’m absorbed There’s a thousand bleeding hearts my love that I hold And if it’s all for nothing I’ll go home# Complain to the mother yeah the ocean got really cold Tried my best, now the maps I will fold The compass is smashed, dirt and crack in it’s dome Let the light burn on in here Let it consume all in here Yourself is not wanted here The self is a temple built by fear And your fear grow teeth like wolf They howl, they threaten they pray to they’re ghosts Taking lives of their own They own this place this windy dome Dm c f , dm c am Mmm mmm mm mm mm mm