Intro
 
E5 
 
Verse 1
 
    E5                  E/Eb                      A                              E5 
The sum of all that I believed turned out to be nothing but a whisper in a breeze 
           E5              E/Eb           A                               E5 
And I was lost in a meritocracy now with nothing but the tunes to carry me 
         C#m        B            E               A 
With the industry aswing in the gallows that we made 
         C#m               B               E 
They'll stumble round for someone else to blame 
       C#m             B                E                 A 
There's no sense in believing that our wounds will never mend 
C#m             B                 E 
Gotta live our lives before they end 
 
Verse 2
 
   G#5                A5                               E 
So rat me out to the scene police cause I'd rather be living 
E 
Rather be living 
     G#5                                  A5 
Well these are our friends they're not commodities 
                 E 
And don't you forget it 
E 
Don't you forget it 
      C#m                 A               E             B 
For a scene that prides itself on fun and doing it yourself 
        C#m              B                   A 
Sure do like to use our friends as stepping stones 
             C#m           A             E 
I guess the reason that I play is to be free 
          B          C#m          A           E5 
From the risk of the ones on top shoving me below 
 
Interlude
 
E5 F#5 G#5 A5 (x4) 
 
Outro
 
E    F#5   G#5 A 
Woah-oh-oh-oh 
E    F#5   G#5 A 
Woah-oh-oh-oh 
E    F#5   G#5 A 
Woah-oh-oh-oh 
E    F#5   G#5 A 
Woah-oh-oh-oh 
E             C#m A 
Woah-oh-oh-oh 
E             C#m A E 
Woah-oh-oh-oh