Moddi - June fourth

^BmThis place begins to cave. These are a madman’s days. ^GA trembling land^Em must play a murderer’s ^Bmgame. ^BmThe blind man’s flickeri^Bng eyes.^Bm A flame as black as night. ^GThe unborn child^Emren die before me now. ^{Bm G}But from the sol^Em7dier’s broken bo^Gnes, from a moth^Em7ers’ silent songs, ^Gfrom the pieces ^Asusof a sha^Attered s^Bmtone it starts.

^BmWe learn and then forget the screams and silhouettes. ^GIn time you’ll fin^Emd we’ll make the same ^Bmmistakes^A. ^BmSo ruins are reb^Born, an ^Bmever blo^Aod-red d^Bmawn. ^GThe palm-lines t^Emurn to cracks beneath ou^Bmr feet.

^Em7But from the sil^Gence of the tomb^Em7s, from the brok^Gen, barren wombs, ^Em7from the pieces ^Asusof a sha^Attered stone it ^Bmstarts. ^GFrom the^E7/G# parted ^Glovers’ ^E7lips, from the nailless fingertips, ^Gfrom the whisper^Asuss of a s^A/Bilenced voice it^Hm starts.