Emilie Autumn - Gaslight

^AmThe wheels are turning ^DBroken machinery ^GIt grinds below us ^CAnd all ar^Emound I see ^AmThe crooked ceiling ^DThe old familiar halls ^GThe dirty paper That’s co^Cvering the walls ^AmThe shattered staircase ^DThe bed I’m bleeding in ^GWe’ve tried to fight this ^CBut we can n^Emever win

^AmAnd in the gaslight ^D that brings both life and death ^GIf it’s like last night t^Chis could be ^Gmy last breath ^AmAnd so I hold tight ^D to any hands I see ^GBut nothing’s alright^C they’re always wa^Emtching me ^AmAnd no one’s coming,^D coming to take me h^Gome ^{C G Am}And no one’s coming,^D coming to take me h^Gome ^{C G}

^AmHe takes my picture ^DAlthough I don’t know why ^GHis hands are shaking ^CAlthough I s^Emee him try ^AmTo look collected ^DHe thinks it doesn’t show ^GWe are connected ^CBut what he doesn’t know ^AmIs when the guard comes ^DTo take me away ^GI will be tortured ^CUntil the b^Emreak of day

^AmAnd in the gaslight ^D that brings both life and death ^GIf it’s like last night t^Chis could be ^Gmy last breath ^AmAnd so I hold tight ^D to any hands I see ^GBut nothing’s alright^C they’re always wa^Emtching me ^AmAnd no one’s coming,^D coming to take me h^Gome ^{C G Am}And no one’s coming,^D coming to take me h^Gome ^{C G}

^AmHe’s at the window ^DHe’s always looking down ^GAs we are beaten ^CHow can this ^Emfucking town ^AmNot know what’s happening ^DTo all their little girls ^GThey’ve got the Pirate ^CThey’re cutting o^Gff her curls ^AmAnd she is screaming ^DThey won’t leave her alone ^GAnd I am dreaming ^COf joys ^EmI have never kn^Amown ^D

^AmAt least I’m breathing ^DAt least I have my wits ^GBut when the cart comes ^CWho’s buried ^Gin the pits ^AmBelow my window ^DI hear a horse go by ^GAnd in the next cell ^CAn inmate s^Emtarts to cry ^AmWe try our best though ^DTo quiet down the fuss ^GWe know tomorrow ^CIt could be ^Emone of us

^AmAnd in the gaslight ^D that brings both life and death ^GIf it’s like last night t^Chis could be ^Gmy last breath ^AmAnd so I hold tight ^D to any hands I see ^GBut nothing’s alright^C they’re always wa^Emtching me ^AmAnd no one’s coming,^D coming to take me h^Gome ^{C Em Am}And no one’s coming,^D coming to take me h^Gome ^{C G Am}No one's coming,^D coming t^N.C.o take me home