Pinhead Gunpowder - Dull

Li^Bke a dull pain^D in my head Bu^Eried ^Cby my fantasies An^Bd cro^Dwded by old memories I can^E't isolate ^Cthe disease So^B it spreads

Like a dull a^Bche in my hear^Dt ^EJust ^Cone thought starts to spark A ra^Bging fire of doubt No juice^D to put it out Cu^Ez my creative wells are dry ^CFrom ^Bmental drought

Looks like ^Ba dul^Dl night by myself again An^Ed I got no^C money and no girlfriend An^Bd I'm thinking too much An^Dd I'm making pretend Inventing^E proble^Cms + despair to wallow in It's pre^Btty dumb

Li^Bke a ^Ddull knife in my back I'm my own^E worst enemy This ^Cwar inside of me Keeps o^Bn tak^Ding the same casualty But now I^E'm read^Cy to launch ^Ba counter-attack