Intro
A#m A#m Db Gb
A#m A#m Db Gb F
[Verse 1]
A#m
Left to right and so the ultra violet
Are the vultures violent keep the cultures silent
Db
While the paper tigers hunt the baby drivers
Gb F
Still you wanna know what I’m feeling?
A#m
Please, machine! I keep my logic clean
I keep her dopamine locked up in quarantine
Ab
G contravene amphetamine
Gb Ab
So deep, the state and breathing
[Interlude]
A#m A#m Db Gb F
A#m
Gift genetics to the telekinetics
Here the change in taste is so synthetic
Db
But so am I do you wanna find out
Gb F
Still you wanna know what I’m feeling?
[Pre-Chorus]
A#m
So I elect disguise
Seraphim from a strange scene
Ab
So I elect disguise
Gb Ab
They’re dancing on a pin, dancing on a pin
[Chorus]
Gb
We’re the ones who pretend
Living life through a lens
A#m Db Ab
We only see what we wanna see, to see
Gb
We’re the ones who pretend
D#m
To the sweetest end
Db Ab
Won’t you strip a little back for me, for me?
Gb
Living life through a lens
Ab
We’re the ones who pretend
[Interlude]
A#m A#m Db Gb F
[Verse 2]
A#m
Overthrow the overthrow
G self-inciting dynamo
Db
Through audio with an undertow
Gb F
Pleasing and believing
[Pre-Chorus]
A#m
So I elect disguise
Seraphim from a strange scene
Ab
So I elect disguise
Gb Ab
They’re dancing on a whim, dancing on a pin
[Chorus]
Gb
We’re the ones who pretend
Living life through a lens
A#m Db Ab
We only see what we wanna see, to see
Gb
We’re the ones who pretend
D#m
To the sweetest end
Db Ab
Won’t you strip a little back for me, for me?
Gb
Living life through a lens
Ab
We’re the ones who pretend
Gb
Living life through a lens
Ab
We’re the ones who pretend
[Interlude]
A#m Ab Gb Ab
[Bridge]
A#m
We climb, ascend
Ab
There never was an end
Gb
We’d settle for an answer
Ab
What did you intend?
[Outro]
A#m Absus4 Ab
This is not the answer (same old stories going round)
Gb Ab
This is not the cure (burn the dead wood to the ground)
A#m Absus4 Ab
Your maps are not the landscape (no matter how much you want it)
Gb Ab
They won’t solve it all (burn the dead wood to the ground)
A#m Absus4 Ab
We are not the answer (same old stories going round)
Gb Ab
We are not the cure (burn the dead wood to the ground)
A#m Ab Gb
Your maps are not the landscape (not matter how much you want it)
Gb Fm
They won’t solve it all (burn the dead wood to the ground)
A#m Cm
This is not the answer (same old stories going round)
Db D#m
This is not the cure (burn the dead wood to the ground)
Gb Ab A#m
We are not the answer (burn the dead wood to the ground)
[Outro]
A#m A# A#m A#
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