The Dear Hunter - No god

^Fmaj7No God could t^Ceach me what ^Gmy father ^Cdid. No p^Fmaj7romise of h^Ceaven kept me w^E7arm when my mo^Am7ther tuc^Am7ked me ^Fin. No ^Fmaj7hope for s^Calvation kept ^Gme from ^Csin, just ^Fmaj7a strong int^Cuition not to ^E7do what ^Am7all the b^Am7ad ones ^Fdid ...and ^Gwhat comes next is a m^Cystery to ^Fme. I g^Guess I'll have to ^Cwait and ^Fsee 'cause e^Gveryt^Am7hing I e^Gver k^Am7new could ^Gjust f^Am7all ap^Gart ^Fmaj7I only know what ^CI've been told, ^Amand I was told what ^Gothers know, ^Fmaj7and others know what t^Chey've been told, ^Amand they were told what o^Gthers know,

No ^Fmaj7way to t^Cell what's w^Grong or r^Cight. No ^Fmaj7fear of ^Cdying keeps ^Gme a^Fmaj7live.

...a^Fmaj7nd all we know is w^Am7hat we're told, ^Em7 and we ^Amwere told what oth^Gers know, and ^Am7all they kn^Em7ow i^Cs what they're told and ^Gthey were told what ^Fmaj7others know. ^G

^Fmaj7No way t^Co tell what'^Gs wrong o^Cr right. No ^Fmaj7fear of ^Cdying keeps ^Gme a^Fmaj7live.