Tono: G
Introducción:
G
The position being taken is not to be mistaken for attempted
D G
education or righteous accusation. Only a description, just
G
an observation of the pitiful condition of our degeneration.
C F G
Walls made of opinions, through which we speak and never
C F G
listen. Ceiling made of pride, vicious and self-satisfied.
C F G C
Door that's made of rage, hard and slowly aged, always
F G
closing tighter with every war we wage.
Bb F# F Bb
In this room without a window can't see out. Room without a
F# F
window, Can't see out! Can't see out!
C F G
Floor is made of lives, we'll gladly end to stay inside.
C F G
Corners made of borders, and borders made of law and order.
C F G
Painted with the words of politicians and religion,
C F G
plastered with the wreckage of our cultural division.
Frepeated.)
Ha ha ha ha ha Oh, we so stupid! Killing each other.
Don't we learn nothin'?
C- F
Got a room inside our minds, yeah we gotta, we can't see out because
we're blind, but I got to choke. Gotta make ourselves drink (all right)
E
Luke