Intro
G#5
[Verse 1]
G#5 G#/G C# G#5
The sum of all that I believed turned out to be nothing but a whisper in a breeze
G#5 G#/G C# G#5
And I was lost in a meritocracy now with nothing but the tunes to carry me
Fm D# G# C#
With the industry aswing in the gallows that we made
Fm D# G#
They'll stumble round for someone else to blame
Fm D# G# C#
There's no sense in believing that our wounds will never mend
Fm D# G#
Gotta live our lives before they end
[Verse 2]
C5 C#5 G#
So rat me out to the scene police cause I'd rather be living
G#
Rather be living
C5 C#5
Well these are our friends they're not commodities
G#
And don't you forget it
G#
Don't you forget it
Fm C# G# D#
For a scene that prides itself on fun and doing it yourself
Fm D# C#
Sure do like to use our friends as stepping stones
Fm C# G#
I guess the reason that I play is to be free
D# Fm C# G#5
From the risk of the ones on top shoving me below
[Interlude]
G#5 A#5 C5 C#5 (x4)
[Outro]
G# A#5 C5 C#
Woah-oh-oh-oh
G# A#5 C5 C#
Woah-oh-oh-oh
G# A#5 C5 C#
Woah-oh-oh-oh
G# A#5 C5 C#
Woah-oh-oh-oh
G# Fm C#
Woah-oh-oh-oh
G# Fm C# G#
Woah-oh-oh-oh