Intro
F5
[Verse 1]
F5 F/Fb A# F5
The sum of all that I believed turned out to be nothing but a whisper in a breeze
F5 F/Fb A# F5
And I was lost in a meritocracy now with nothing but the tunes to carry me
Dm C F A#
With the industry aswing in the gallows that we made
Dm C F
They'll stumble round for someone else to blame
Dm C F A#
There's no sense in believing that our wounds will never mend
Dm C F
Gotta live our lives before they end
[Verse 2]
A5 A#5 F
So rat me out to the scene police cause I'd rather be living
F
Rather be living
A5 A#5
Well these are our friends they're not commodities
F
And don't you forget it
F
Don't you forget it
Dm A# F C
For a scene that prides itself on fun and doing it yourself
Dm C A#
Sure do like to use our friends as stepping stones
Dm A# F
I guess the reason that I play is to be free
C Dm A# F5
From the risk of the ones on top shoving me below
[Interlude]
F5 G5 A5 A#5 (x4)
[Outro]
F G5 A5 A#
Woah-oh-oh-oh
F G5 A5 A#
Woah-oh-oh-oh
F G5 A5 A#
Woah-oh-oh-oh
F G5 A5 A#
Woah-oh-oh-oh
F Dm A#
Woah-oh-oh-oh
F Dm A# F
Woah-oh-oh-oh