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I don't feel like tabbing out the slow part with the open E chord, so just listen for the timing, it's not that hard. E* A E e|--7----5---0---| B|--9----5---0---| G|--9----6---1---| D|--9----7---2---| A|--7----7---2---| E|-------5---0---| ( E* - A - ) x4
E*Content nausea, World War Four, seems like it all Acame too soon E*Another carnage apparatus, such a disappAointing doom
E*I've used money, I've used drugs, Abuse body, aAbuse mind E*People use such strange excuses, always have done, Ano clue why
E*Most folks think and some folks know, life's lived least when you Adon't let go E*Of a memory, of a dream, like an hometown Abetter seen
E*On a screen or at a distance, life lived best withouAt resistance E*People clicked and people read, 'Modern Life' is wAhat it said
E*Pretty pictures, pretty lives, I peered into Aonce or twice E*I'll go back but not today, it's nice to visit but it's Ahard to stay
E*In the grips of bad dimension, too much data, tooA much tension E*Too much plastic, too much glass, life lived least when when Afears are passed
E*My friend he won't leave his home, says "I am a bonfirAe of human bones." E*I am a bonfire of human bones, I am a bonfire of Ahuman bones
~ ~ (repeat A - E -) ~ ~ And am I under some spell? And do my thoughts belong to me? Or just some slogan I ingested to save time? This night is missing people The sea, it had no-one Hardly no-one, it had shapes, it had light Some were flashing, most moved Me, I couldn't look away But still no-one came or left they just stayed But they weren't there in the first place Overpopulated by nothing, crowded by a sparseness Guided by darkness, too much, not enough Content, that's what you'd call it An infant screaming in every room in your gut Bets strum on an intention but best left unattended How gathered the pixels in the dust of the digital age to our being With what do I wash? Put on some music My friend walks the same path every day Steep the stairwell, cognizance to coma Ignoring best he can An inconvenient reality The consequential chore that unfolds in the naked sprint from screen to screen Scrolling binary ghettos for escape for reminders And this would be a good idea to free poets From the back padding dungeons of content and comments To free artists from empty and vulgar broadcasting ritual For this year it became harder to be tender Harder and harder to remember Meeting a friend, writing a letter Being lost, antique ritual All lost to the ceremony of progress Like the sensual organs removed They're only weighing you down, you didn't need them Ignore this part, it's an advertisement These people are famous, I'd trust them Protesters stayed home this time around Some enlisted, some never heard the first shots ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
E*Well I've been north and I've been south, I've been west and AI've been east E*Been around long enough to know, life's lived best when sAcrolling least
E*Just a broken piece of plastic, just another Anew device E*Just another nervous habit, one more thing you hAave to buy
E*Just one more thing to replace, one more way to bAlock your face E*Too much data, too much tension, life's lived least when lAess is mentioned
E*Wasting dollars, wasting hours, wasting talent with Awasted power E*No one says it but it's known, the more connected, Athe more alone
E*My friend stays at the home in the dark, never walks up Ato the park E*Always nauseous, always tired, I am a landmine, Awrong supplier E*I am a landmine