The Weeks - Ive broken all your windows

^CSharpen these words and fashion my tongue ^BmThese bullets were fired from an unloaded gun ^AmBy some man in the shadows who^G knows what he's done ^FAnd hides from the mess that he's made ^CPoets and prophets who preach what I speak ^BmSinners and saviors it's money they seek ^AmI know nothing is perfect ^Gno nothing is free ^FAnd no one can tell me I'm wrong

^CI believe my enemies this life will be the ^Fdeath of ^Amme ^DNo one said that^Dm life is free we were ^Amperfect before we were ^Gborn I c^Can see that nothing's ^Gchanged in f^Factories one dollar paid To a^Dm man who works all day and slaves for ^Ama family he has to feed

^CThere's sin in my soul and blood on my hand ^BmThere are scars on her body from an unholy man ^AmNothing can calm me ^GI shake where I stand ^FAnd no one can tell me i'm wrong ^CLife it gets shorter with each day that pass ^BmAnd I'm scared when I see the reflection I cast ^AmNothing is sacred. ^GNo nothing will last ^FWe won't pray till there's ash in our hands

^CI believe my enemies this life will be the ^Fdeath of ^Amme ^DNo one said that^Dm life is free we were ^Amperfect before we were ^Gborn I c^Can see that nothing's ^Gchanged in f^Factories one dollar paid To a^Dm man who works all day and slaves for ^Aa family he has to fe^Ged

^CI’ve broke^Amn all your window^Ds, you’ve bro^Amken all my ^Gteeth

^FIt's two deep breaths inside ^Cmy ch^Emest and it's ^Dmten more years until w^Ce rest ^FWe'll curse the damned and save the^Em blessed we were ^Dmperfect before we were^C born

^FIt's two deep breaths inside my chest and it's^Em ten more years until we rest We'll ^Dmcurse the damned and save the blessed we were ^Cperfect before we were born

It's two deep^F breaths inside my chest and it's ten mo^Emre years until we rest We'll c^Dmurse the damned and save the blessed we were ^Cperfect before we were born