One More Breath
Akala
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| B | B | C| G || B | B | C| G | [Verse 1]B B What is this thing I see, this silly little thing called me,C this skin, this hair, this flesh,G this brain, this pain, this mess?B B What's life? A game that we just play with two plain dice?C When the shell dies, does the soulG fly? Hellfire, does the flame fry?B Is this the audition, briefB intermission for something much grander,C get a bigger piece of pie, greatG show in the sky or is that just propaganda?B That they telling me, selling me sold with evidence,B but intelligence, slowers development.C We that think that we know we are not reverentG but we don't even yet know if we're relevant [Chorus]B One more pause, one more breath, oneB more pause, one more breath.C G Is this all that there is? If it is, I wish I could giveB one more pause, one more breath. WeB could never know, if we're ever next.C G Everytime I think I know, I stop and ask myself. [Verse 2]B B What is this thing I see, this silly little thing called weContinúa después del anuncioC this brain, this pain, this flesh,G these trains, these planes, what's next?B Yes, we're gonna beget technologyB but the majority, escaping poverty.C G No, I don't think that we can 'cause we still think that we got the plan.B And by judging a man by just what's in his handsB or his land, or his tan and just cause, we canC G pause, take a breath, realise that none of us know what is next.B See your code of address or the code of your dress.B We all still use that same hole for our breath.C Playing the game but there's never a RefG and you can't take it with you if ever you left [Chorus]B One more pause, one more breath, oneB more pause, one more breath.C G Is this all that there is? If it is, I wish I could giveB one more pause, one more breath. WeB could never know, if we're ever next.C G Everytime I think I know, I stop and ask myself. [Interlude]| B | B | C| G | [Verse 3]B B What is this thing I see? Who could ever know, what we're gonna be?C Are we elevating our meditation,G not detonating through self-preservation?B Generation television's raising.B Yet we're complaining about how they're behaving.C Washing our hands or just bathing with satan,G yet with all that said, that's just what you make it.B Pause, take what is naturallyB given because actually there is no tax on our living.C It's a fact though it'sG naturally hidden like I'm just an actual assassin on riddem.B The adrenaline, we're rememberin'B our December is cold as it's ever been.C Fighting our best but the victory we revel in,G fighting our brethren, how could we ever win? [Chorus]B One more pause, one more breath, oneB more pause, one more breath.C G Is this all that there is? If it is, I wish I could giveB one more pause, one more breath. WeB could never know, if we're ever next.C G Everytime I think I know, I stop and ask myself. [Otro]| B | B | C| G || B | B | C| G || B | B | C| G || B | B | C| G |