Tonalité : Bb major
Verse 1
Dm
I'll never have the wherewithal
Dm
Or fucking do it all at all
Eb
F
I love you so much, I don't wanna go but
Gm
this place is dying, as am I
Cm
I might not get another chance
Gm
If you only knew that I am such a fuck up
Pre-chorus 1
Bb
F
I've got one hundred hours
Fm
Gm
to rearrange the stars
F
Bb
A
Ab
that God has ever made
Gm
D
Bb
C
You seem to integrate so fucking well
Eb
F
Bb
But I make lemons out of lemonade
Chorus 1
Eb
F
Blood clots and death cramps,
Bb
Dm
Gm
injec tions and leakages
F
Bb
D
Gm
G
and the tides
Eb
F
D
Gm
Aztec circlеs of the death of all deaths
Cm
F
Bb
But the beast refuses to die
Verse 2
Eb
In your guts you know it's all destroyed
F
You could've had a boy if you had children
Bb
Gm
Now you think you might just put them down
Cm
F
None of us belong, everything I do is wrong
Bb
Gm
And soon there will be nobody left around
Eb
F
And in your blood, you know what's right
And in your bones, you know
Bb
Gm
what's wrong
And in your throat,
Cm
F
you know you're lying to kids
Bb
Gm
And you know nobody belongs in this hell
Eb
F
And there is not a single choice left to make
Bb
Gm
I am God's worst mistake and
Cm
F
You seem happy on the knife's edge
Pre-chorus 2
Bb
F
I've got one hundred hours
Fm
Gm
to rearrange the stars
F
Bb
A
Ab
that God has ever made
Gm
D
Bb
C
You seem to integrate so fucking well
Eb
F
Bb
But I make lemons out of lemonade
Chorus 2
Eb
F
Blood clots, death camps,
Bb
Dm
Gm
glitz and depressions
F
Bb
D
Gm
G
and the tides
Eb
F
D
Gm
Concentric circles of torture wheels
Cm
F
Bb
But the beast refuses to die
Verse 3
Eb
Atomistic rational behavior,
Bb
Fucking up your definitions
Gm
even though it's life or death
Cm
Who fuckin' told you, you were selfish
Gm
when we wish our friends the best
Eb
And, fuck, I'm not a Marxist,
Bb
Because of all this bullshit,
Cm
All I wanted was a framework,
Bb
There's nothing to believe in
Gm
and there won't be till we fall
Cm
if you only knew that I am such a fuck up
Pre-chorus 3
Bb
F
I've got one hundred hours
Fm
Gm
to rearrange the stars
F
Bb
A
Ab
that God has ever made
Gm
D
I can't get the numbers right,
Bb
C
I can't fucking count
Eb
F
Bb
Because not one goddam thing is in its place
Chorus 3
Eb
F
Blood clots, death camps,
Bb
Dm
Gm
glitz and depressions
F
Bb
D
Gm
G
and the tides
Eb
F
D
Gm
You fuckers know it's all built on lies
Cm
F
Bb
But the beast refuses to die
And so I guess, well, neither can I
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