The Dear Hunter - Old demons

^CmApathy was a ^Fmgame I never ^Cmplayed 'Cause ^Cmagony was a ^Fmfeeling I'd been ^Cmsteeped in ^Dslow ^CmSwapping all my ^Fmsmiles for a ^Cmscowl And ^Cmsheltering my ^Fmshortcomings from ^Cmevery ^Dprying ^Geye

But I'm letting the ^Abold demons ^Gmout Bringing ^Fmdown the walls a^Ground Ab D-G-Cm All the denial and the doubt

I won't be ^Cmsatisfied 'til the ^Fmsaccharine faces ^Cmfade Making a ^Cmmockery of myth^Fmologies and ^Cmtried tra^Dditions ^CmFor I was ^Fmblind now I can ^Cmsee Every ^Cmobstacle through sol^Fmiloquy clears its ^Cmpath in ^Dfront of ^Gme

But I'm letting the ^Abold demons ^Gmout Bringing ^Fmdown the walls a^Ground Ab D-G-Cm All the denial and the doubt

And If I ^Fmsuddenly sink ^GmInto a ^Fmcowardly drink ^Gm To ^Abdrown out the swarm ^Gm of the ^Abhive minded bees ^{Gm Cm}Strike the ^Bbspirits ^Abfrom my ^Gmrigid wrists And ^Fmpull me ^Gmout of the tide I'm tumbling ^Cmin

But I'm letting the ^Abold demons ^Gmout Bringing ^Fmdown the walls a^Ground All the de^Abnial and the ^Gmdoubt Every ^Fmpainful plea a^Gloud Kicking the ^Abold demons ^Gmout Bringing ^Fmdown the walls a^Ground Ab D-G-Cm All the denial and the doubt