Intro
D5
[Verse 1]
D5 D/Db G D5
The sum of all that I believed turned out to be nothing but a whisper in a breeze
D5 D/Db G D5
And I was lost in a meritocracy now with nothing but the tunes to carry me
Bm A D G
With the industry aswing in the gallows that we made
Bm A D
They'll stumble round for someone else to blame
Bm A D G
There's no sense in believing that our wounds will never mend
Bm A D
Gotta live our lives before they end
[Verse 2]
F#5 G5 D
So rat me out to the scene police cause I'd rather be living
D
Rather be living
F#5 G5
Well these are our friends they're not commodities
D
And don't you forget it
D
Don't you forget it
Bm G D A
For a scene that prides itself on fun and doing it yourself
Bm A G
Sure do like to use our friends as stepping stones
Bm G D
I guess the reason that I play is to be free
A Bm G D5
From the risk of the ones on top shoving me below
[Interlude]
D5 E5 F#5 G5 (x4)
[Outro]
D E5 F#5 G
Woah-oh-oh-oh
D E5 F#5 G
Woah-oh-oh-oh
D E5 F#5 G
Woah-oh-oh-oh
D E5 F#5 G
Woah-oh-oh-oh
D Bm G
Woah-oh-oh-oh
D Bm G D
Woah-oh-oh-oh