Intro
A5
[Verse 1]
A5 A/Ab D A5
The sum of all that I believed turned out to be nothing but a whisper in a breeze
A5 A/Ab D A5
And I was lost in a meritocracy now with nothing but the tunes to carry me
F#m E A D
With the industry aswing in the gallows that we made
F#m E A
They'll stumble round for someone else to blame
F#m E A D
There's no sense in believing that our wounds will never mend
F#m E A
Gotta live our lives before they end
[Verse 2]
C#5 D5 A
So rat me out to the scene police cause I'd rather be living
A
Rather be living
C#5 D5
Well these are our friends they're not commodities
A
And don't you forget it
A
Don't you forget it
F#m D A E
For a scene that prides itself on fun and doing it yourself
F#m E D
Sure do like to use our friends as stepping stones
F#m D A
I guess the reason that I play is to be free
E F#m D A5
From the risk of the ones on top shoving me below
[Interlude]
A5 B5 C#5 D5 (x4)
[Outro]
A B5 C#5 D
Woah-oh-oh-oh
A B5 C#5 D
Woah-oh-oh-oh
A B5 C#5 D
Woah-oh-oh-oh
A B5 C#5 D
Woah-oh-oh-oh
A F#m D
Woah-oh-oh-oh
A F#m D A
Woah-oh-oh-oh