Rusty Cage - The lives of flies

The ^Emlives of flies and then we die as ^B7quickly as we’re born ^EmNothing that we make is taken, ^B7happiness or scorn If ^Emevery hope abandons you, there’s ^Apeace in that ^Bbyou ^B7know ^EmWhen you hit rock bottom, only ^Cone way ^B7left to ^Emgo

^Em I woke up when I hit the ground without a ^B7penny to my name ^Em I threw away the only love I got and ^B7hung my head in shame ^Em When I had nothing I re^B7membered what I need I ^Embought no joy material, but ^Cfodder ^B7for my ^Emgreed

You ^Emgot this, everything you needed to survive The ^B7addition is the mission that you be accessorized But it’s ^Emall a pack of lies, you know that it’s true If you ^B7don’t commoditize tell me what would you do Is ^Emeverything you’re wearing the extension of self? Every ^B7action that you’re taking for progression of wealth? If you ^Emdidn’t have a color TV how would you see? If you ^B7didn’t have a social life then who would you be? Cause ^Emeverybody wants, and thinks they need Whether ^B7internet, cell phone, or blood you bleed But only ^Emone of the three is gonna keep you alive Tell me, ^B7how far car can you get without the car you drive

They ^Amtell us that we need it, but really we don’t They say ^Embuy what we sell but you can't tell them you won’t If you ^Amever see the day that you’re finally done Well could you ^B7give it all away if the time should ever come?

The ^Emlives of flies and then we die as ^B7quickly as we’re born ^EmNothing that we make is taken, ^B7happiness or scorn If ^Emevery hope abandons you, there’s ^Apeace in that ^Bbyou ^B7know ^EmWhen you hit rock bottom, only ^Cone way ^B7left to ^Emgo

Now in^Emtrinsic as it seems, it’s really just a fallacy ^B7Everything is challenging it's all about balancing ^Em Cause when you try to have a peace of mind It ain’t ^B7hard to find, I want a piece of what’s mine So ^Emfuck the time, everything will come eventually Es^B7sentially the only thing to hold you back is chemistry ^Em Cause what we put in our bodies is what we put in our ^B7brains And if the mix isn’t perfect than it can make you in^Emsane

Every ^B7man, woman, child, if they think the same Every ^Emdocile action, distraction from our passion Every ^B7session of depression if you lack satisfaction

They ^Amtell us that we need it, but really we don’t They say ^Embuy what we sell but you can't tell em you won’t If you ^Amever see the day that you’re finally done Well could you ^B7give it all away if the time should ever come?

The ^Emlives of flies and then we die as ^B7quickly as we’re born ^EmNothing that we make is taken, ^B7happiness or scorn If ^Emevery hope abandons you, there’s ^Apeace in that ^Bbyou ^B7know ^EmWhen you hit rock bottom, there's just ^Cone way ^B7left to ^Emgo