Standard (EADGBE)

 I've got a cupboard with cans of food, filtered water,

 And pictures of you and i'm not coming out

 Until this is all over

 And i'm looking through the glass where the light bends

 At the cracks

 And i'm screaming at the top of my lungs pretending

 The echoes belong to someone

 Someone i used to know

 And we become silhouettes when our bodies finally go

 Ba ba ba...

 I wanted to walk through the empty streets

 And feel something constant under my feet,

 But all the news reports recommended that

 I stay indoors

 Because the air outside will make our cells

 Divide at an alarming rate until our shells

 Simply cannot hold all our insides in,

 And that's when we'll explode

 (and it won't be a pretty sight)

And we'll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go

 Ba ba ba...

 And we'll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go

 Ba ba ba...

 And we'll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go

 Ba ba ba...

 And we'll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go

 Ba ba ba...

during solo

 And we'll become

 And we'll become