Intro
C#m C#m Fb A
C#m C#m Fb A G#
[Verse 1]
C#m
Left to right and so the ultra violet
Are the vultures violent keep the cultures silent
Fb
While the paper tigers hunt the baby drivers
A G#
Still you wanna know what I’m feeling?
C#m
Please, machine! I keep my logic clean
I keep her dopamine locked up in quarantine
Cb
A# contravene amphetamine
A Cb
So deep, the state and breathing
[Interlude]
C#m C#m Fb A G#
C#m
Gift genetics to the telekinetics
Here the change in taste is so synthetic
Fb
But so am I do you wanna find out
A G#
Still you wanna know what I’m feeling?
[Pre-Chorus]
C#m
So I elect disguise
Seraphim from a strange scene
Cb
So I elect disguise
A Cb
They’re dancing on a pin, dancing on a pin
[Chorus]
A
We’re the ones who pretend
Living life through a lens
C#m Fb Cb
We only see what we wanna see, to see
A
We’re the ones who pretend
F#m
To the sweetest end
Fb Cb
Won’t you strip a little back for me, for me?
A
Living life through a lens
Cb
We’re the ones who pretend
[Interlude]
C#m C#m Fb A G#
[Verse 2]
C#m
Overthrow the overthrow
A# self-inciting dynamo
Fb
Through audio with an undertow
A G#
Pleasing and believing
[Pre-Chorus]
C#m
So I elect disguise
Seraphim from a strange scene
Cb
So I elect disguise
A Cb
They’re dancing on a whim, dancing on a pin
[Chorus]
A
We’re the ones who pretend
Living life through a lens
C#m Fb Cb
We only see what we wanna see, to see
A
We’re the ones who pretend
F#m
To the sweetest end
Fb Cb
Won’t you strip a little back for me, for me?
A
Living life through a lens
Cb
We’re the ones who pretend
A
Living life through a lens
Cb
We’re the ones who pretend
[Interlude]
C#m Cb A Cb
[Bridge]
C#m
We climb, ascend
Cb
There never was an end
A
We’d settle for an answer
Cb
What did you intend?
[Outro]
C#m Cbsus4 Cb
This is not the answer (same old stories going round)
A Cb
This is not the cure (burn the dead wood to the ground)
C#m Cbsus4 Cb
Your maps are not the landscape (no matter how much you want it)
A Cb
They won’t solve it all (burn the dead wood to the ground)
C#m Cbsus4 Cb
We are not the answer (same old stories going round)
A Cb
We are not the cure (burn the dead wood to the ground)
C#m Cb A
Your maps are not the landscape (not matter how much you want it)
A G#m
They won’t solve it all (burn the dead wood to the ground)
C#m D#m
This is not the answer (same old stories going round)
Fb F#m
This is not the cure (burn the dead wood to the ground)
A Cb C#m
We are not the answer (burn the dead wood to the ground)
[Outro]
C#m C# C#m C#
F