Intro
B5
[Verse 1]
B5 B/A# E B5
The sum of all that I believed turned out to be nothing but a whisper in a breeze
B5 B/A# E B5
And I was lost in a meritocracy now with nothing but the tunes to carry me
G#m F# B E
With the industry aswing in the gallows that we made
G#m F# B
They'll stumble round for someone else to blame
G#m F# B E
There's no sense in believing that our wounds will never mend
G#m F# B
Gotta live our lives before they end
[Verse 2]
D#5 E5 B
So rat me out to the scene police cause I'd rather be living
B
Rather be living
D#5 E5
Well these are our friends they're not commodities
B
And don't you forget it
B
Don't you forget it
G#m E B F#
For a scene that prides itself on fun and doing it yourself
G#m F# E
Sure do like to use our friends as stepping stones
G#m E B
I guess the reason that I play is to be free
F# G#m E B5
From the risk of the ones on top shoving me below
[Interlude]
B5 C#5 D#5 E5 (x4)
[Outro]
B C#5 D#5 E
Woah-oh-oh-oh
B C#5 D#5 E
Woah-oh-oh-oh
B C#5 D#5 E
Woah-oh-oh-oh
B C#5 D#5 E
Woah-oh-oh-oh
B G#m E
Woah-oh-oh-oh
B G#m E B
Woah-oh-oh-oh