Beheaded

     Gbar F#bar Abar
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E|----3-----2-----5---| 


Verse:
        Em
In the never-ending circle where the
 powerless meet
There grows a struggle from the 
burden of sustaining defeat
        C
In the face of every coward lies the
 blindest of hate
              Am                    
                       Em  Gbar 
F#bar
And in their eyes: a sharpened image
 of the damage they ma-ade
            Em
You look at me to bear the burden of
 the suffering past
It wasn't me behind the veil of a 
heartless mask
                C
And where were you the day that 
everybody cursed your name?
              Am                    
                         Em   Gbar
You were the distant voice of pride 
that never stood the sha-ame

Prechorus:
     Em                            
The weak of the mind will use fist,
          G
 and the fist of the frail will 
bring gun
     Am                            
The loudest of guns provoke bombs, 
        C
and in wrath he will chase 'til its 
done

Chorus:
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                 Em   Am     Em     
  Am         Em   Am     Em    Am  
Em   Gbar F#bar
Your history is dead wrong. Dead. 
Philosophy is dead wrong. Dead. 
Wro-ong.

Verse:
            Em
Within the mind of modern culture 
there's an idle cog
It is the section of humanity that 
never forgot
            C
And in the midst of moving forward 
we have given the right
            Am                      
                   Em   Gbar F#bar
To let the wolves attack the sheep 
and bury guilt inside
            Em
I won't forget the twisted picture 
of the filth that we were
Or disregard the fading voices of 
the people we hurt
           C
But I was never pulling triggers or 
degrading your face
              Am                    
                          Em   Gbar
Don't look at me to give the reason 
for the pain that you tra-ace

Prechorus:
     Em                            
The weak of the mind will use fist,
          G
 and the fist of the frail will 
bring gun
     Am                            
The loudest of guns provoke bombs, 
        C
and in wrath he will chase 'til its 
done

Chorus:
                 Em   Am     Em  
Your history is dead wrong. Dead.
     Am         Em   Am     Em   
 Philosophy is dead wrong. Dead. 
 Am
Wrong.
                 Em   Am     Em  
Your history is dead wrong. Dead.
     Am         Em   Am     Em   
 Philosophy is dead wrong. Dead. 
 Am
Wro-ong.

Em Gbar F#bar  Abar Gbar (play this 
4x)

    Em        Gbar    F#bar  Abar 
Gbar  Em      Gbar   F#bar  Abar 
Gbar
The scars outlive the pain.         
Reflections will remain.            
(play 3x)
    Em        Gbar    F#bar  Abar 
Gbar  Em      Gbar   F#bar  Abar 
Gbar
The scars outlive the pain.       
Your sickness will remain

Em  Am  Em  Am  Em  Am  Em  Am
Wrong

Em    Am     Em    Am     Em   
Dead wrong. Dead. Wrong. Dead 
Am     Em    Am
wrong. Dead. Wrong.
Em    Am     Em    Am     Em  
Dead wrong. Dead. Wrong. Dead.
       Am     Em    Am
 Dead wrong. Dead. Wro-ong.

Tag:
     Em                            
The weak of the mind will use fist,
          G
 and the fist of the frail will 
bring gun
     Am                            
The loudest of guns provoke bombs, 
        C
and in wrath he will chase 'til its 
done