Intro
G#m 
 
Verse 1
 
         G#m 
The disengagement of the bubble’s hypnotizing 
           F# 
Some say below the doughy crust the beast is rising 
           E 
We like to talk about the past 
           C#m 
We like to talk about the past 
 
Verse 2
 
   G#m 
We talk about the past like it’s the strangest dream 
     F# 
We repeat the thing we never dreamed we’d do 
       E 
I understand that sometimes we all must dance with f*ckery 
    C#m 
But everybody’s pissing in the well of our suffering 
 
Pre-Chorus 1
 
          G#m 
I want to breathe in all the ashes of the books they tried to burn 
          F# 
I want to feel the pages in my skin and understand the words 
E 
Castrate fiction, call it circumstance 
             C#m 
They say her wanderings are dangerous 
                       G#m    E/G# 
All she wants to do is dance  
F#/A#  E/G# 
Dance 
 
Chorus 1
 
G#m 
     Question period’s          
E/G# 
     Over, don’t you 
F#/A#           E/G# 
     Feel it, I do 
 
Verse 3
 
          G#m 
You’ll be pummeled by the certainty of minions 
       F# 
It’s a puppet show, a theatre of opinions 
  E 
A chorus of flack 
C#m 
Feeder of the pack 
 
Verse 4
 
        G#m 
You can hear the shaky timbre of the voices most alone 
          F# 
Yeah it’s easier to sing within the crowd 
             E 
Those who pretend to believe hardest might actually begin to 
    C#m 
The nature of the bliss the warmth of ignorance gives into 
 
Pre-Chorus 2
 
          G#m 
I want to breathe in all the ashes of the books they tried to burn 
          F# 
I want to taste resilience on my tongue and love beyond concern 
E 
Mass-grave subtlety, leave it for the birds 
             C#m 
They say the world it might be dangerous 
                          G#m 
But all it seems to do is turn 
 
Chorus 2
 
G#m           E/G#                F#/A#         E/G# 
Bitten by the hand that feeds you 
G#m             E/G#              F#/A#         E/G# 
Holding to what you’re beholden to 
(Question period’s over, don’t you feel it? I do) 
G#m           E/G#                F#/A#         E/G# 
Bitten by the hand that feeds you 
(Question period’s over, don’t you feel it? I do) 
G#m             E/G#              F#/A#         E/G#   G#m 
Holding to what you’re beholden to