Standard (EADGBE)

Verse

In the never-ending circle where the powerless meet

There grows a struggle from the burden of sustaining defeat

In the face of every coward lies the blindest of hate

Gbar F#bar

And in their eyes: a sharpened image of the damage they ma-ade

You look at me to bear the burden of the suffering past

It wasn't me behind the veil of a heartless mask

And where were you the day that everybody cursed your name?

Gbar

You were the distant voice of pride that never stood the sha-ame

Prechorus

The weak of the mind will use fist, and the fist of the frail will bring gun

The loudest of guns provoke bombs, and in wrath he will chase 'til its done

Chorus

Gbar F#bar

Your history is dead wrong. Dead. Philosophy is dead wrong. Dead. Wro-ong.

Verse

Within the mind of modern culture there's an idle cog

It is the section of humanity that never forgot

And in the midst of moving forward we have given the right

Gbar F#bar

To let the wolves attack the sheep and bury guilt inside

I won't forget the twisted picture of the filth that we were

Or disregard the fading voices of the people we hurt

But I was never pulling triggers or degrading your face

Gbar

Don't look at me to give the reason for the pain that you tra-ace

Prechorus

The weak of the mind will use fist, and the fist of the frail will bring gun

The loudest of guns provoke bombs, and in wrath he will chase 'til its done

Chorus

Your history is dead wrong. Dead. Philosophy is dead wrong. Dead. Wrong.

Your history is dead wrong. Dead. Philosophy is dead wrong. Dead. Wro-ong.

Em Gbar F#bar Abar Gbar (play this 4x)

Gbar F#bar Abar Gbar Gbar F#bar Abar Gbar

The scars outlive the pain. Reflections will remain. (play 3x)

Gbar F#bar Abar Gbar Gbar F#bar Abar Gbar

The scars outlive the pain. Your sickness will remain

Wrong

Dead wrong. Dead. Wrong. Dead wrong. Dead. Wrong.

Dead wrong. Dead. Wrong. Dead. Dead wrong. Dead. Wro-ong.

Tag:

The weak of the mind will use fist, and the fist of the frail will bring gun

The loudest of guns provoke bombs, and in wrath he will chase 'til its done

Em Gbar F#bar Abar Gbar (play this through 3x. on 4th time, end on F#bar)