Intro
G#m G#m Cb Fb
G#m G#m Cb Fb D#
[Verse 1]
G#m
Left to right and so the ultra violet
Are the vultures violent keep the cultures silent
Cb
While the paper tigers hunt the baby drivers
Fb D#
Still you wanna know what I’m feeling?
G#m
Please, machine! I keep my logic clean
I keep her dopamine locked up in quarantine
Gb
F contravene amphetamine
Fb Gb
So deep, the state and breathing
[Interlude]
G#m G#m Cb Fb D#
G#m
Gift genetics to the telekinetics
Here the change in taste is so synthetic
Cb
But so am I do you wanna find out
Fb D#
Still you wanna know what I’m feeling?
[Pre-Chorus]
G#m
So I elect disguise
Seraphim from a strange scene
Gb
So I elect disguise
Fb Gb
They’re dancing on a pin, dancing on a pin
[Chorus]
Fb
We’re the ones who pretend
Living life through a lens
G#m Cb Gb
We only see what we wanna see, to see
Fb
We’re the ones who pretend
C#m
To the sweetest end
Cb Gb
Won’t you strip a little back for me, for me?
Fb
Living life through a lens
Gb
We’re the ones who pretend
[Interlude]
G#m G#m Cb Fb D#
[Verse 2]
G#m
Overthrow the overthrow
F self-inciting dynamo
Cb
Through audio with an undertow
Fb D#
Pleasing and believing
[Pre-Chorus]
G#m
So I elect disguise
Seraphim from a strange scene
Gb
So I elect disguise
Fb Gb
They’re dancing on a whim, dancing on a pin
[Chorus]
Fb
We’re the ones who pretend
Living life through a lens
G#m Cb Gb
We only see what we wanna see, to see
Fb
We’re the ones who pretend
C#m
To the sweetest end
Cb Gb
Won’t you strip a little back for me, for me?
Fb
Living life through a lens
Gb
We’re the ones who pretend
Fb
Living life through a lens
Gb
We’re the ones who pretend
[Interlude]
G#m Gb Fb Gb
[Bridge]
G#m
We climb, ascend
Gb
There never was an end
Fb
We’d settle for an answer
Gb
What did you intend?
[Outro]
G#m Gbsus4 Gb
This is not the answer (same old stories going round)
Fb Gb
This is not the cure (burn the dead wood to the ground)
G#m Gbsus4 Gb
Your maps are not the landscape (no matter how much you want it)
Fb Gb
They won’t solve it all (burn the dead wood to the ground)
G#m Gbsus4 Gb
We are not the answer (same old stories going round)
Fb Gb
We are not the cure (burn the dead wood to the ground)
G#m Gb Fb
Your maps are not the landscape (not matter how much you want it)
Fb D#m
They won’t solve it all (burn the dead wood to the ground)
G#m A#m
This is not the answer (same old stories going round)
Cb C#m
This is not the cure (burn the dead wood to the ground)
Fb Gb G#m
We are not the answer (burn the dead wood to the ground)
[Outro]
G#m G# G#m G#
F