12 acessos
Am
We are saints made of plaster, our laughter is canned
Cm
We are demons that hide in the mirror
Am
But the blood on our hands
Cm Eb5
Paints a picture exceedingly clear
E7 Am
We are brimming with cumbersome, murderous greed
Cm
And malevolence deep and profound.
Am
We do unspeakable deeds
Cm
Does our wickedness know any bounds?
Eb E7 Am G Dm7
Something's gone terribly wrong
E7 Am
With everyone
Em G Dm
All the world is mad
E7 Am G Dm7
Darkness brings terrible things
E7 Am
The sun is gone
Em G Dm E7 Am Cm Am Cm
What vanity! Our sad, wretched fires
(like the beginning)
We can't medicate man to perfection again
We can't legislate peace in our hearts
We can't educate sin from our souls
It's been there from the start
But the blind lead the blind into bottomless pits
Still we smile and deny that we're cursed
But of all our iniquities
Ignorance may be the worst
Something's gone terribly wrong
With everyone
All the world is mad
Darkness brings terrible things
The sun is gone Am Fm Am Fm
What vanity! Our sad, wretched fires
Am G Fm
Oh little light we have!
G Am
It only serves to show
Em7 Gsus4
The snares and seeds of wrath
Ab Am
We have already sewn on every path
Am G Dm7
Something's gone terribly wrong
E7 Am
With everyone
Em G Dm
All the world is mad
E7 Am G Dm7
Darkness brings terrible things
E7 Am
The sun is gone
Em G Dm E7 Am Am Ab7
What vanity! Our sad, wretched fires