F                G
Pick up the phone, dial tone
Am               C
A blank space, thoughts erased
F                G
An incident, cold blood
Am               C
Striked out, a single round
F                G
A suspect, quarantined
Am               C
Terror fades, turns to rage
F                G
This is the cold part, the room shakes
Am               C
Life gives, but mostly takes
F                   G     Em
Life gives, but mostly take

F                G            Am    C
Separate my life from the island of yours
F                G            Am
A second cycle that can't fill the hole
F                G            C    Am
If it were up to me we might still have control
F                G            Am
But your existence has left with your soul
F                G            Am
Yeah your existence has left with your


F                G
Day by day, a slow decay
Am               C
Violent dissonance
F                G
Perpetual motion
Am               C
Keeps my mind occupied
F                G
Terminal sadness
Am               C
Introvert or socially inept
F                G
All of your colours bleed together
Am               C
I can't remember the last thing you said
 F                            G     Em
No I can't remember the last thing you said

F                G            Am    C
Separate my life from the island of yours
F                G            Am
A second cycle that can't fill the hole
F                G            C    Am
If it were up to me we might still have control
F                G            Am
But your existence has left with your soul
F                G            Am
Yeah your existence has left with your
Hello

F                G            Am    C
How many cycles till I fill this hole
F                G            Am
The years have taken their toll
F                G            C    Am
If it were up to me I'd kill this dream
F                G            Am
The one where I lose your soul