Intro
C5
[Verse 1]
C5 C/Cb F C5
The sum of all that I believed turned out to be nothing but a whisper in a breeze
C5 C/Cb F C5
And I was lost in a meritocracy now with nothing but the tunes to carry me
Am G C F
With the industry aswing in the gallows that we made
Am G C
They'll stumble round for someone else to blame
Am G C F
There's no sense in believing that our wounds will never mend
Am G C
Gotta live our lives before they end
[Verse 2]
E5 F5 C
So rat me out to the scene police cause I'd rather be living
C
Rather be living
E5 F5
Well these are our friends they're not commodities
C
And don't you forget it
C
Don't you forget it
Am F C G
For a scene that prides itself on fun and doing it yourself
Am G F
Sure do like to use our friends as stepping stones
Am F C
I guess the reason that I play is to be free
G Am F C5
From the risk of the ones on top shoving me below
[Interlude]
C5 D5 E5 F5 (x4)
[Outro]
C D5 E5 F
Woah-oh-oh-oh
C D5 E5 F
Woah-oh-oh-oh
C D5 E5 F
Woah-oh-oh-oh
C D5 E5 F
Woah-oh-oh-oh
C Am F
Woah-oh-oh-oh
C Am F C
Woah-oh-oh-oh