Days N' Daze – The Flatlands (Guitar)

  Am
I swear my eyes are rotting out the back of my head

E
Jaw's locked open, I'm chained to a mattress

  E                                                Am     Dm
Anxiety is tearin' at the flesh around my quivering limbs

Am
Finger on the trigger and a bullet in the gun

   E
To contemplate the exit's only half of the fun

E
I'm fucking sick of this body

E                           Am    Dm
Lets burn it and start over new

        Am
I'm the deafening silence

Am
That trails the bad news

      E
I'm a drunk and a fuck up with nothing to lose

      E
I'm a skeleton covered in scar covered skin

        Am     Dm
In your closet

       Am
Like a car crash that steals all the ones that you love

     E
Or a missile thats whistling lullabies from up above

E
I've been staring at the television

E                            Am
Trying to envision what your head would look like on a stake

               C          E
We're all just screaming along

        Am            F
To this broken record still

C                E            Am
And i just can't take this anymore

     C            E         Am           F
When every days a photocopy of the day before

               C                  E               Am      Dm
One day you'll die and all you'll leave behinds a corpse

   Am
My lungs are collapsing anxieties cracking

   E
My heart into shards that will lodge in my chest

E
Breathing but barely I'm fighting I'm gasping

    Am
For air now I'm not sure theres any hope left

               C          E
We're all just screaming along

        Am            F
To this broken record still

C                E            Am
And i just can't take this anymore

     C            E         Am           F
When every days a photocopy of the day before

               C                  E               Am
One day you'll die and all you'll leave behinds a corpse

Am                                       E
Soon the earth the sun and the dark rift will all align

   E                               Am
To bring the oceans crashing on to land with rising tide

             Am                          E
When there's plague and famine ravaging across the war torn land

E                                             Am
Are you still so high and mighty when there's nothing in your hands?

Dm         C               E            Am
Soon these scars will fade like all the rest

Dm          C               E            Am
I need your bullshit like a bullet in my chest

         Dm              C              E           Am
All your problems are so trivial of yourself are so full

         Dm
When the end is growing near

              C
And we're all trading off our souls

       E                              Am
If you cower on your knees I'll put a bullet in your skull

               C          E
We're all just screaming along

        Am            F
To this broken record still

C                E            Am
And i just can't take this anymore

     C            E         Am           F
When every days a photocopy of the day before

               C                  E               Am
One day you'll die and all you'll leave behinds a corpse