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E                                                                                                                              A  
Content nausea, World War Four, seems like it all came too soon
E                                                                                                    A  
Another carnage apparatus, such a disappointing doom
E                                                                                                                      A  
I've used money, I've used drugs, Abuse body, abuse mind
E                                                                                                                                 A  
People use such strange excuses, always have done, no clue why
E                                                                                                                                                                         A  
Most folks think and some folks know, life's lived least when you don't let go
E                                                                                                         A  
Of a memory, of a dream, like an hometown better seen
E                                                                                                                                    A  
On a screen or at a distance, life lived best without resistance
E                                                                                                                              A  
People clicked and people read, 'Modern Life' is what it said
E                                                                                                                 A  
Pretty pictures, pretty lives, I peered into once or twice
E                                                                                                                                              A  
I'll go back but not today, it's nice to visit but it's hard to stay
E                                                                                                                            A  
In the grips of bad dimension, too much data, too much tension
E                                                                                                                                                            A  
Too much plastic, too much glass, life lived least when when fears are passed
E                                                                                                                                                      A  
My friend he won't leave his home, says "I am a bonfire of human bones."
E                                                                                                                            A  
I am a bonfire of human bones, I am a bonfire of human bones
                          ~ ~ (repeat A - E -) ~ ~
E                                                                                                                                                            A  
Well I've been north and I've been south, I've been west and I've been east
E                                                                                                                                                 A  
Been around long enough to know, life's lived best when scrolling least
E                                                                                                                 A  
Just a broken piece of plastic, just another new device
E                                                                                                                         A  
Just another nervous habit, one more thing you have to buy
E                                                                                                                            A  
Just one more thing to replace, one more way to block your face
E                                                                                                                                                    A  
Too much data, too much tension, life's lived least when less is mentioned
E                                                                                                                                    A  
Wasting dollars, wasting hours, wasting talent with wasted power
E                                                                                                                                 A  
No one says it but it's known, the more connected, the more alone
E                                                                                                                                              A  
My friend stays at the home in the dark, never walks up to the park
E                                                                                                                         A  
Always nauseous, always tired, I am a landmine, wrong supplier
E  
I am a landmine