Standard (EADGBE)

Verse

In the n ever-ending circle where the powerless meet

There grows a struggle from the burden of sustaining defeat

In the f ace 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 y ou 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 f ist of the frail will bring gun

The loudest of guns provoke bombs, and in w rath 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 m ind of modern culture there's an idle cog

It is the section of humanity that never forgot

And in the m idst 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 forg et the twisted picture of the filth that we were

Or disregard the fading voices of the people we hurt

But I was n ever 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 f ist of the frail will bring gun

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

Chorus

Your history is dead wrong. Dead. Philosophy is dead wrong. Dead. W rong.

Your history is dead wrong. Dead. Philosophy is dead wrong. Dead. W ro-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. W rong.

Dead wrong. Dead. Wrong. Dead. Dead wrong. Dead. W ro-ong.

Tag:

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

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

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