Тональность: E minor
Verse 1
Em
C
B
Land of treason, waste no reason
We are breathing fire
Em
We're packs of dogs
C
We're enemies of men,
C
B
We've grown cold, but
Have not conspired
C
The future's on-mother
B
nations nations mired
C
I like a recepticle for the chosen dead
D
We find our bodies clawed
C
And with the scent of death
B
We find that we are not
so very awed
Em
Verse 2
B
The words our blurred, overturn your own
Em
C
Walk like dogs and watch the doors
B
Have your other stone
Em
C
Stop the toys that match disordered
B
Calculate the thrones
Em
C
Feel the pulse descending
B
Decaying hallowed tomes
C
In the starving sense you worship
D
The nations of debris
C
You wear a coat of sewage
B
That you've never ever seen
Verse 3
B
Em
C
The time is now, the vicious here
B
A stolen dinner code
C
The license of the savage land
B
That you've always sold
C
So bite the hand that needs you
B
And bless another coal
C
The virus never issues
B
From a cotton so very old
A
As the lights come down the guilty
B
displayed nervous in a row
A
You wash your hands and start
to climb
B
The ladder that you stole
Em
Verse 4
C
Slip the latch-and spin spin
the sword
B
The money lords are poor
Em
C
Push the top that rolls downhill
B
Their sense of dream absorbed
Em
C
B
Still the cat that breaks the night
Tie him to the core
Em
C
Chase the virtues that believe
B
That what's right is scored
C
It's a senseless cash in of right
for wrong
D
What's right is never gone
C
B
And left is just a bastion for the fools
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ТюнерE A D G B E
АккордыEm C B D A
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