Intro B
B Ebm
We paint the future from this bedroom.
B
With lots of progress; cold and heartless.
Ebm
And nothing lives, just twitches and moves.
It's all synthetic, but it's all we've got.
E F# Ebm B
Thousands of wires spread through the halls.
E F# Ebm B
Thousands of eyes live in our walls.
A E B F#
And now they can see just what we've done (oh no)
A E B
Now they can see what we've become.
Interlude: B C# E
B C# E
No sun. Just radiation here. Get it by the lungful.
B C#
No time. No way to count the years.
E
Except by the creaking sounds in your bones.
Same as Intro: B
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