Playing settingsPiano · Original key
Rhythm & accompaniment
VERSE
Was that somebody screaming?
I lift my head up from uneasy
Pillows Put my feet on the floor.
I cut my wrist on a bad thought.
I can feel the sweat on my lips
I'm heading out for the steep hills,
They're leaving me no choice.
CHORUS
our lives are in the making.
through the lies and the hating,
VERSE
I dream pictures of houses burning
never knowing nothing else to do.
With death comes the morning,
Was it too much to ask for?
CHORUS
They forgive anything but greatness.
These are scoundrel days.
And I'm close to calling out their names
as our lives are in the making.
Through their lies and the hating
BRIDGE
| Gm7 | Em | D# | Gm Gm7 |
| Em |
VERSE
Their hands touch my body
From everywhere But I know that I've made
CHORUS
As our lives are in the making
through the lies and the hating
| D | Am7 Em | G D |
| Am | C | G |
OUTRO
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