Black Mud

B                                A
  A mind as clear as a cloudless sky,
G
No room for rust, No room for settled dust,
B                                   A
A waning wild thrown to bygone days,
G
No room for rust, no room for settled dust,


                Em
I’m going black mud up around my veins,
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           G
And I’m going backwards, shutting out the name,
                 Bm                 A                       G
But it’s spiraling, spiraling into something bigger,
                           D               Em      Bm
Is there something bigger?
                           D               Em      Bm
Is there something bigger?

B                                  A
  Wide awake, but I am sleeping,
G
No room for rust, No room for settled dust,
B                                     A
I’m lying naked, drunk, and dreaming,
G
No room for rust, No room for settled dust,

                A
Would it all,
              Bm
Would it all,
               D                G
Would it all work at all?       2X