Am Dm E AmAm Dm E Am [Verse]Am Dm We wear our rags we wear our tiesAm And once were dead were all the sameDm We drive our cars we ride our bikesAm And once were dead were all the sameDm We build our towers we build our fortsE And once were dead were all the same Nobody's different we all rot the sameAm Dm Help me father I'm a sinner I just cannot copeAm Dm Put that bullet in my skull and dress my neck with ropeAm Dm Bring these towers crashing I can't take this anymoreE Drown me in the flood waters I'll cower at your door [Instrumental]Am Dm E AmAm Dm E Am [Verse]Am Dm We wear our rags we wear our tiesAm And once were dead were all the sameDm We drive our cars we ride our bikesAm And once were dead were all the sameDm We build our towers we build our fortsE And once were dead were all the same Nobody's different we all rot the sameAm With every sip and every supDm I'm breaking down I'm giving upE Like knives under my nailsAm Along with pliers tearing teeth from rotting gumsDm E I'm backed into the corner so familiar so secure We hate the differences to bite the fucking hook [Chorus]Am C E Lie me down in satin croon that lullabyE E E E E E Am That eases the tremors and lust to acheDm E Dm G The cost will kill the stumbled sobbing swaine [Bridge]Am When the frame work collapsesDm Dm Am There's no reason left to fightDm Dm Its hard enough to surviveAm Without senseless violenceDm Dm Am Our chances are greater of livingDm Dm So open your eyesAm When the frame work collapsesDm Am There's no reason left to fightDm Its hard enough to surviveAm Without senseless violenceDm Am Our chances are greater of livingDm So open your eyes [Instrumental]Am Dm E AmAm Dm E Am [Verse]Am Dm We wear our rags we wear our tiesAm And once were dead were all the sameDm We drive our cars we ride our bikesAm And once were dead were all the sameDm We build our towers we build our fortsE And once were dead were all the same Nobody's different we all rot the same [Chorus]Am C E Lie me down in satin croon that lullabyE E E E E E Am That eases the tremors and lust to acheAm Dm Dm E Am Dm G The cost will kill the stumbled sobbing swaine
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Days N' Daze
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