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Tuning: Db Ab Db Gb Bb Eb
[Verse 1]
Like a burning Emonk You're my light flare out in the C#mdark You're my constant call to G#marms
Took the blindfold off
They'd Aleft chalk outlines where the future was E It's a goddamn war of C#mattrition It's a death by a thousand G#mcuts And if these motherfuckers made it to Aheaven
They burned the bridge when they got across [Chorus 1]
They're gathering Eanchors They're gathering Brope You push into Aheaven all alone They're grabbing your Eankles They won't let you Bgo The ebb and the Adistant flow They're cutting your Bwings off Built you ceilings out of Astained glass
[Verse 2]
Well you Ecut like gravel in my C#mskinned knee The wound will close eG#mventually You'll stay as a reAminder of how fucked this world can Ebe Held your funeral on a C#mTuesday Holy waters, November G#mcold The kid who pulled the Atrigger
Knew tomorrow couldn't promise him hope [Chorus 2]
All these Ebastards are gathering Brope You push into Aheaven all alone They're grabbing your Eankles They won't let you Bgo The ebb and the Adistant flow They're cutting your Bwings off Built your ceilings out of Astained glass They were cutting your Bwings off I was Astaring at my idle hands Maybe I could've done C#msomething Maybe I could've made a Adifference
[Interlude] B A x4 [Bridge 1] [Soupy]
C#mJohn Wayne with a God comAplex Tells me to buy a gun Like shooting a teenage Ekid is gonna solve any problems
Like it's an arms race
Like death don't mean nothing C#m To know the heavy price of living Apoor Walled in by red lines, backed into a Ecorner
Not knowing growing up what it's like to belong here in America [Bridge 2] [Jason Aalon Butler]
If everyone's C#mbuilt the same then how come building's so Afucking hard for you? It's something we're Eall born into Nothing's left C#mup to gray It's black or white and Asometimes black and blue It's something we're Eall born into, whoa-Boh C#mNow I know what's in a name
Not just my father
Three-Afifths a man makes half of me Why should I bother?
[Soupy]
EMerchants of misery stacking the Bdeck Fuck your John Waynes
Fuck your God complex [Jason Aalon Butler]
I have C#meverything in front of me But can't reach far eAnough
To touch those fever dreams
They call AmeriEca I am the ghetto's chosen one The privileged bastard Bson
[Outro]
They're gathering C#manchors They're gathering Brope You push into Aheaven all alone They're gathering Eanchors They're gathering Brope You push into Aheaven all alone
No, all alone [End] C#m