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