Misc Your Songs - Voidbass - time and death

The ^Gtime passes, and ^Dso do we, the ^Bmendless death of e^C#7ternity. We ^Bmcrawl along, ^G6time trick^Bmling ^Emby, un^F#mtil the day that we can ^C#die. The ^Gchoice of time is ^Dours, whether we ^Bmlive or die for the ^A7hour. ^BmWhat should we choose? ^G6Is it ^Bmtime to ^Emdie? Or ^F#mmaybe today is the day to sur^C#vive.

^GmWait, stop, can you ^Dmfeel it? The ^Gmseconds streaming ^Dmby. The ^Gmseconds upon minutes upon ^Dmhours, the ^Gmdays are passing us ^Dmby. The ^Gmlives we live are ^Dmempty, so we ^Gmfill the time with ^Dmnoise. The ^Gmweeks become months, then ^Dmyears, and ^Gmstill we are filled with ^Dmtears. For the ^Gmdead cannot speak, their ^Dbaugbodies are weak, and ^Gmsoon, too will be ^Dbaugours. But ^Gmblindly we march, our ^Dmvoices intact, and ^GmDeath simply follows, ^Dmsilent and blurred. Our ^Gmeyes are covered, a^Dmlong with our ears. We use ^Gmdrugs and sex to ^Dmbanish our fears. But ^Gmtime is against us, and the ^Dmsins will fade, and a^Gmgain the fear will ^Dmfind a way. To ^Dbaugend us^Dm. ^D

^GWhat is one life in the ^Dchaos of time? ^BmWhy should we live if we'll ^C#7never survive The ^Bmslaughter of months and ^G6years u^Bmpon ^Emus, we ig^F#mnore the question so quiet^C#ly spoken. How ^Glong can we live, and ^Dwhat is it for? If ^Bmnothing we do can close ^A7the door. ^BmThe lock is bro^G6ken, the ^Bmhinges are ^Emcracked, ^F#mthis black door cannot be ^C#latched.

^GmWait, stop, can you ^Dmfeel it? The ^Gmseconds streaming ^Dmby. The ^Gmseconds upon minutes upon ^Dmhours, the ^Gmdays are passing us ^Dmby. The ^Gmlives we live are ^Dmempty, so we ^Gmfill the time with ^Dmnoise. The ^Gmweeks become months, then ^Dmyears, and ^Gmstill we are filled with ^Dmtears. For the ^Gmdead cannot speak, their ^Dbaugbodies are weak, and ^Gmsoon, too will be ^Dbaugours. But ^Gmblindly we march, our ^Dmvoices intact, and ^GmDeath simply follows, ^Dmsilent and blurred. Our ^Gmeyes are covered, a^Dmlong with our ears. We use ^Gmdrugs and sex to ^Dmbanish our fears. But ^Gmtime is against us, and the ^Dmsins will fade, and a^Gmgain the fear will ^Dmfind a way. To ^Dbaugend us^Dm. ^D

I ^Gfind myself un^Dable to answer, the ^Bmquestion and ^C#7door wide open. There's ^Bmdeath in my ^G6hands, and the ^Bmair is ^Emchilled, my ^F#mbody will break and my killer ^C#killed. The ^Gsky is black, and the ^Dground far below, ^Bmsoon I am falling to the ^A7black door unclosed. My ^Bmvision is ^G6blurred and my ^Bmbody is ^Emnumb, ^F#mso much time wasted on this ^C#body undone.

^GmWait, stop, can you ^Dmfeel it? The ^Gmseconds streaming ^Dmby. The ^Gmseconds upon minutes upon ^Dmhours, the ^Gmdays are passing us ^Dmby. The ^Gmlives we live are ^Dmempty, so we ^Gmfill the time with ^Dmnoise. The ^Gmweeks become months, then ^Dmyears, and ^Gmstill we are filled with ^Dmtears. For the ^Gmdead cannot speak, their ^Dbaugbodies are weak, and ^Gmsoon, too will be ^Dbaugours. But ^Gmblindly we march, our ^Dmvoices intact, and ^GmDeath simply follows, ^Dmsilent and blurred. Our ^Gmeyes are covered, a^Dmlong with our ears. We use ^Gmdrugs and sex to ^Dmbanish our fears. But ^Gmtime is against us, and the ^Dmsins will fade, and a^Gmgain the fear will ^Dmfind a way. To ^Dbaugend us^Dm. ^D

But ^Gsomehow my question is ^Danswered, ^Bmand the door ^C#7begins to close. The ^Bmdeath within my ^Emhands, a^F#mlong with the time ^C#goes. My ^Gtime is not ^Dover, and my ^Bmkiller un^A7killed. The ^Bmclock con^G6tinues ^Bmon, ^Emminute, ^F#mhour, ^C#day.

^GmWait, stop, can you ^Dmfeel it? The ^Gmseconds streaming ^Dmby. The ^Gmseconds upon minutes upon ^Dmhours, the ^Gmdays are passing us ^Dmby. The ^Gmlives we live are ^Dmempty, so we ^Gmfill the time with ^Dmnoise. The ^Gmweeks become months, then ^Dmyears, and ^Gmstill we are filled with ^Dmtears. For the ^Gmdead cannot speak, their ^Dbaugbodies are weak, and ^Gmsoon, too will be ^Dbaugours. But ^Gmblindly we march, our ^Dmvoices intact, and ^GmDeath simply follows, ^Dmsilent and blurred. Our ^Gmeyes are covered, a^Dmlong with our ears. We use ^Gmdrugs and sex to ^Dmbanish our fears. But ^Gmtime is against us, and the ^Dmsins will fade, and a^Gmgain the fear will ^Dmfind a way. Un^Dbaugtil our time is ^Dmup.