Intro
F#m F#m A D
F#m F#m A D C#
[Verse 1]
F#m
Left to right and so the ultra violet
Are the vultures violent keep the cultures silent
A
While the paper tigers hunt the baby drivers
D C#
Still you wanna know what I’m feeling?
F#m
Please, machine! I keep my logic clean
I keep her dopamine locked up in quarantine
Fb
D# contravene amphetamine
D Fb
So deep, the state and breathing
[Interlude]
F#m F#m A D C#
F#m
Gift genetics to the telekinetics
Here the change in taste is so synthetic
A
But so am I do you wanna find out
D C#
Still you wanna know what I’m feeling?
[Pre-Chorus]
F#m
So I elect disguise
Seraphim from a strange scene
Fb
So I elect disguise
D Fb
They’re dancing on a pin, dancing on a pin
[Chorus]
D
We’re the ones who pretend
Living life through a lens
F#m A Fb
We only see what we wanna see, to see
D
We’re the ones who pretend
Bm
To the sweetest end
A Fb
Won’t you strip a little back for me, for me?
D
Living life through a lens
Fb
We’re the ones who pretend
[Interlude]
F#m F#m A D C#
[Verse 2]
F#m
Overthrow the overthrow
D# self-inciting dynamo
A
Through audio with an undertow
D C#
Pleasing and believing
[Pre-Chorus]
F#m
So I elect disguise
Seraphim from a strange scene
Fb
So I elect disguise
D Fb
They’re dancing on a whim, dancing on a pin
[Chorus]
D
We’re the ones who pretend
Living life through a lens
F#m A Fb
We only see what we wanna see, to see
D
We’re the ones who pretend
Bm
To the sweetest end
A Fb
Won’t you strip a little back for me, for me?
D
Living life through a lens
Fb
We’re the ones who pretend
D
Living life through a lens
Fb
We’re the ones who pretend
[Interlude]
F#m Fb D Fb
[Bridge]
F#m
We climb, ascend
Fb
There never was an end
D
We’d settle for an answer
Fb
What did you intend?
[Outro]
F#m Fbsus4 Fb
This is not the answer (same old stories going round)
D Fb
This is not the cure (burn the dead wood to the ground)
F#m Fbsus4 Fb
Your maps are not the landscape (no matter how much you want it)
D Fb
They won’t solve it all (burn the dead wood to the ground)
F#m Fbsus4 Fb
We are not the answer (same old stories going round)
D Fb
We are not the cure (burn the dead wood to the ground)
F#m Fb D
Your maps are not the landscape (not matter how much you want it)
D C#m
They won’t solve it all (burn the dead wood to the ground)
F#m G#m
This is not the answer (same old stories going round)
A Bm
This is not the cure (burn the dead wood to the ground)
D Fb F#m
We are not the answer (burn the dead wood to the ground)
[Outro]
F#m F# F#m F#
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