Key: G
Introduction:
G#m
The disengagement of the bubbleâ??s hypnotizing
F#
Some say below the doughy crust the beast is rising
E
We like to talk about the past
C#m
We like to talk about the past
G#m
We talk about the past like itâ??s the strangest dream
F#
We repeat the thing we never dreamed weâ??d do
E
I understand that sometimes we all must dance with fuckery
C#m
But everybodyâ??s pissing in the well of our suffering
G#m
I want to breathe in all the ashes of the books they tried to burn
F#
I want to feel the pages in my skin and understand the words
E
Castrate fiction, call it circumstance
C#m
They say her wanderings are dangerous
G#m F7
All she wants to do is dance
G7 F7
Dance
G#m F7 G7 F7
Question periodâ??s over, donâ??t you feel it, I do
G#m
Youâ??ll be pummeled by the certainty of minions
F#
Itâ??s a puppet show, a theatre of opinions
E
A Chorus of flack
C#m
Feeder of the pack
G#m
You can hear the shaky timbre of the voices most alone
F#
Yeah itâ??s easier to sing within the crowd
E
Those who pretend to believe hardest might actually begin to
C#m
The nature of the bliss the warmth of ignorance gives into
G#m
I want to breathe in all the ashes of the books they tried to burn
F#
I want to taste resilience on my tongue and love beyond concern
E
Mass-grave subtlety, leave it for the birds
C#m
They say the world it might be dangerous
G#m
But all it seems to do is turn
G#m F7 G7 F7
Bitten by the hand that feeds you
G#m F7 G7 F7
Holding to what youâ??re beholden to
(Question periodâ??s over, donâ??t you feel it? I do)
G#m F7 G7 F7
Bitten by the hand that feeds you
(Question periodâ??s over, donâ??t you feel it? I do)
G#m F7 G7 F7 G#m
Holding to what youâ??re beholden to