Chords for Clipping - Visions of Bodies Being Burned: Enlacing & Pain Everyday
Tempo:
78.725 bpm
Chords used:
Em
F#
E
G
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Em]
[C#] [Gm]
[D] [G] Get your ass down to the floor.
[C] [F#] Soak on.
[B] Ten toes down, but nothing to stand on.
[Bm] Hands are clammy, hands are cold.
light's the light, the last light you liked on the horizon.
expiring.
[C#] [Gm]
[D] [G] Get your ass down to the floor.
[C] [F#] Soak on.
[B] Ten toes down, but nothing to stand on.
[Bm] Hands are clammy, hands are cold.
light's the light, the last light you liked on the horizon.
expiring.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [Gm] _ _
_ _ [D] _ [G] _ _ _ Get your ass down to the floor.
_ [D] _ _ [F#] _ _
[C] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ Soak on.
[B] Ten toes down, but nothing to stand on.
Get a handle on it, though.
[Bm] Hands are clammy, hands are cold.
Gotta hand it to the host.
The music choice is perfect.
And the light's the light, the last light you liked on the horizon.
And the life you liked was laughable, it's done and you're expiring.
Why you [B] say that?
Why the wake and why did they laugh?
Wow, the way the blinds could play that, tattoo stripes across the face that.
How you looking at your face?
When your face is on your face, this is something you should face.
You should fuck this song slapped off.
All they faces facing wrong.
Looking out without your thoughts.
[Bm] Can't they see they're seeing backwards?
Somebody turn this shit up.
Everything's frozen, the world is faster now look at it go.
All of the cataracts floating outside of your vision are inching in, what do they know?
They are just dust, they are just birds, they are just dragons, they are just nerves.
Up to the end, are they getting closer or are they spilling words in their shattered mirror?
[Em] Picture clearer than yours.
_ And it feels like, _ get your ass down [G] to the floor.
_ _ You'll never know, [C] it's so special when everything glows.
And it's [A] so gone over you, [C] it's so gone over you.
[G] You're so gone, it's all gone, and it's long [Em] overdue.
Nothing to prove, you are nothing, you know.
All that you have to do is try to get your ass down to the floor.
[Bm] _ _ _ Pick up the pieces.
Pick up the cues like a human.
_ See what you need to do. _ _
Fuck are you doing?
Riding round euphoria with hammers out the [B] window.
Whistle, crippling, crack a rainbow, make it rain, dance for your people.
Put a pound of joy up in a pill and crush it down to powder.
Let it sit under your tongue and check back in about an hour.
It's that love of love and loss.
It's that loss, that love and feeling.
It's that bass drum from the window while you're dancing on the ceiling.
It's that woo, pika.
It's that sky, it's steeper than the pool.
You swim, it's you inside the speaker.
This your song, sing that tightrope, walk the skin inside your teeth.
Call that floss and bleed in diamonds fine.
If you could only reach the ones up in the sky.
They're smiling, they're so fine and they're so far and you're so small.
Until you find that you've been wishing on a [Em] star.
Do you feel that? _ _
Yeah, it feels like.
Get your ass [G] down to the floor.
_ _ You'll never know, you'll never know.
You ain't [C] so special when everything glows.
And it's so gone over you.
[C] It's so gone over you.
You're so gone, it's all gone and it's [Em] long overdue.
You got nothing to prove.
You are nothing, you know.
All that you have to do is try to get your ass down to the [G] floor.
Things you've seen [F] since last you saw yourself return a [A] man to dust.
The things you dreamed in lieu of all the hells were just imagination.
Cause you couldn't bear to see the limit of yourself for what it was.
The good you wear on sleeves just isn't much.
Your body gives the drug [F#m] you love.
You crush, make the most of magic, map the math of it.
Master [A] mouthpiece and extract a pass from it.
Plummet, plummet, plum pit, fruit summit.
Some shit, some shit, loot, loot, feedback.
Look, see that bloody sack you used to be that.
The mind isn't beside the blind.
And your God will guide to your demise.
So fine, let [Em] it be gone. _ _ _ _ _
_ Ass down to [G] the floor. _ _
You'll never know.
[C] You ain't so special when everything glows.
And it's so gone over you.
It's so gone over you.
You're so gone, it's all gone and it's long [Em] overdue.
You got nothing to prove.
You are nothing, you know.
All that you have to do is try to get your ass down to the floor.
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[N] _ _ _ [B] Death wasn't really the [F] worst part.
[F#] Time spent floating above [E] is.
Body done, that's when the hurts start.
They call it [Fm] passing, that's not it.
They [F] lying, fuck them altars and headstones.
They think all them flowers fall.
You can't smell nothing, you just bones.
Die a little less every hour or so.
That must be real nice crossing the earth marks.
When everything began.
Scars looking like birth marks.
Take for granted they freestand.
And y'all should [E] grab one right by the dreams face.
Make one scream until she pray.
Make one run until he dead.
Make one break until they [B] leave.
The body hurts, see the [F#] body gone.
So, body [E] make up for all the wrongs done to bodies.
They keep singing they songs while your body rot.
Well, fuck it, come on, they gotta pay.
Chase the dreamer, chase [C#] the dreamer.
Fuck it up.
Shake the dreamer, shake the dreamer.
Wake it up.
You [B] never make the dreamer hate the dreamer.
Cut it up.
Break the dreamer, wake the demon.
[F] Run it up, then you can get into the head.
But it better make sense, it's time [E] to start the next phase.
Let them know the dead are levitating.
Kiss your head and [Em] it's not slippery.
Just because you bled out doesn't mean you ever left and left that [C#] shit.
We running scared and telling [D#] all their secrets.
Don't that sound [E] like snitch behavior, snitch behavior?
Shit, zip it up.
It's a fear of sin, but they don't lick it up.
It tastes like shit made by twisted prayers.
It's a vision, it's the savior.
[F] Get the guts, then you will [E] grab one right by the dream's face.
Make one scream until she pray.
Make one run until he dead.
Make one break until they leave.
The body hurts, see, the [Em] body gone.
So who body make up for all the wrongs done to bodies?
They keep singing they songs while your body rot.
Well, fuck it, come on, they [N] gotta pay.
All the living sweat in the afterlife, but ain't nothing [F#] afterlife.
The pain from the way [A] you died is something reminiscent of humble.
But if you had a stomach, only satiate it by making somebody [F#] run.
Can you see that?
[Bm] To the edge of the screen in the [E] video.
Hear that?
It's way in the back of the track.
Be that.
[F#] You could live in the glitch of the digital.
[Em] They fear that, they should fear that, they [F#] gon' fear that.
You are here forever, [G#] here forever.
Fuck it up.
[F#] It's the moment, end is never.
Gonna come, you [E] stuck, so make the most, you make the [F#] omens.
Watch the mortals blow their brains out.
That was fun, that's why you [B] grab one right by the dream space.
Make [Em] one scream until she pray.
Make one run until he dead.
Make one [F#] break until they leave.
The body hurts, [D] see, the body gone.
So who body make up for all the [D] wrongs done to bodies?
They keep [F#m] singing they songs while your body rot.
[G] Well, fuck it, come on, they gotta pay. _
[C] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [G] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [Gm] _ _
_ _ [D] _ [G] _ _ _ Get your ass down to the floor.
_ [D] _ _ [F#] _ _
[C] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ Soak on.
[B] Ten toes down, but nothing to stand on.
Get a handle on it, though.
[Bm] Hands are clammy, hands are cold.
Gotta hand it to the host.
The music choice is perfect.
And the light's the light, the last light you liked on the horizon.
And the life you liked was laughable, it's done and you're expiring.
Why you [B] say that?
Why the wake and why did they laugh?
Wow, the way the blinds could play that, tattoo stripes across the face that.
How you looking at your face?
When your face is on your face, this is something you should face.
You should fuck this song slapped off.
All they faces facing wrong.
Looking out without your thoughts.
[Bm] Can't they see they're seeing backwards?
Somebody turn this shit up.
Everything's frozen, the world is faster now look at it go.
All of the cataracts floating outside of your vision are inching in, what do they know?
They are just dust, they are just birds, they are just dragons, they are just nerves.
Up to the end, are they getting closer or are they spilling words in their shattered mirror?
[Em] Picture clearer than yours.
_ And it feels like, _ get your ass down [G] to the floor.
_ _ You'll never know, [C] it's so special when everything glows.
And it's [A] so gone over you, [C] it's so gone over you.
[G] You're so gone, it's all gone, and it's long [Em] overdue.
Nothing to prove, you are nothing, you know.
All that you have to do is try to get your ass down to the floor.
[Bm] _ _ _ Pick up the pieces.
Pick up the cues like a human.
_ See what you need to do. _ _
Fuck are you doing?
Riding round euphoria with hammers out the [B] window.
Whistle, crippling, crack a rainbow, make it rain, dance for your people.
Put a pound of joy up in a pill and crush it down to powder.
Let it sit under your tongue and check back in about an hour.
It's that love of love and loss.
It's that loss, that love and feeling.
It's that bass drum from the window while you're dancing on the ceiling.
It's that woo, pika.
It's that sky, it's steeper than the pool.
You swim, it's you inside the speaker.
This your song, sing that tightrope, walk the skin inside your teeth.
Call that floss and bleed in diamonds fine.
If you could only reach the ones up in the sky.
They're smiling, they're so fine and they're so far and you're so small.
Until you find that you've been wishing on a [Em] star.
Do you feel that? _ _
Yeah, it feels like.
Get your ass [G] down to the floor.
_ _ You'll never know, you'll never know.
You ain't [C] so special when everything glows.
And it's so gone over you.
[C] It's so gone over you.
You're so gone, it's all gone and it's [Em] long overdue.
You got nothing to prove.
You are nothing, you know.
All that you have to do is try to get your ass down to the [G] floor.
Things you've seen [F] since last you saw yourself return a [A] man to dust.
The things you dreamed in lieu of all the hells were just imagination.
Cause you couldn't bear to see the limit of yourself for what it was.
The good you wear on sleeves just isn't much.
Your body gives the drug [F#m] you love.
You crush, make the most of magic, map the math of it.
Master [A] mouthpiece and extract a pass from it.
Plummet, plummet, plum pit, fruit summit.
Some shit, some shit, loot, loot, feedback.
Look, see that bloody sack you used to be that.
The mind isn't beside the blind.
And your God will guide to your demise.
So fine, let [Em] it be gone. _ _ _ _ _
_ Ass down to [G] the floor. _ _
You'll never know.
[C] You ain't so special when everything glows.
And it's so gone over you.
It's so gone over you.
You're so gone, it's all gone and it's long [Em] overdue.
You got nothing to prove.
You are nothing, you know.
All that you have to do is try to get your ass down to the floor.
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[N] _ _ _ [B] Death wasn't really the [F] worst part.
[F#] Time spent floating above [E] is.
Body done, that's when the hurts start.
They call it [Fm] passing, that's not it.
They [F] lying, fuck them altars and headstones.
They think all them flowers fall.
You can't smell nothing, you just bones.
Die a little less every hour or so.
That must be real nice crossing the earth marks.
When everything began.
Scars looking like birth marks.
Take for granted they freestand.
And y'all should [E] grab one right by the dreams face.
Make one scream until she pray.
Make one run until he dead.
Make one break until they [B] leave.
The body hurts, see the [F#] body gone.
So, body [E] make up for all the wrongs done to bodies.
They keep singing they songs while your body rot.
Well, fuck it, come on, they gotta pay.
Chase the dreamer, chase [C#] the dreamer.
Fuck it up.
Shake the dreamer, shake the dreamer.
Wake it up.
You [B] never make the dreamer hate the dreamer.
Cut it up.
Break the dreamer, wake the demon.
[F] Run it up, then you can get into the head.
But it better make sense, it's time [E] to start the next phase.
Let them know the dead are levitating.
Kiss your head and [Em] it's not slippery.
Just because you bled out doesn't mean you ever left and left that [C#] shit.
We running scared and telling [D#] all their secrets.
Don't that sound [E] like snitch behavior, snitch behavior?
Shit, zip it up.
It's a fear of sin, but they don't lick it up.
It tastes like shit made by twisted prayers.
It's a vision, it's the savior.
[F] Get the guts, then you will [E] grab one right by the dream's face.
Make one scream until she pray.
Make one run until he dead.
Make one break until they leave.
The body hurts, see, the [Em] body gone.
So who body make up for all the wrongs done to bodies?
They keep singing they songs while your body rot.
Well, fuck it, come on, they [N] gotta pay.
All the living sweat in the afterlife, but ain't nothing [F#] afterlife.
The pain from the way [A] you died is something reminiscent of humble.
But if you had a stomach, only satiate it by making somebody [F#] run.
Can you see that?
[Bm] To the edge of the screen in the [E] video.
Hear that?
It's way in the back of the track.
Be that.
[F#] You could live in the glitch of the digital.
[Em] They fear that, they should fear that, they [F#] gon' fear that.
You are here forever, [G#] here forever.
Fuck it up.
[F#] It's the moment, end is never.
Gonna come, you [E] stuck, so make the most, you make the [F#] omens.
Watch the mortals blow their brains out.
That was fun, that's why you [B] grab one right by the dream space.
Make [Em] one scream until she pray.
Make one run until he dead.
Make one [F#] break until they leave.
The body hurts, [D] see, the body gone.
So who body make up for all the [D] wrongs done to bodies?
They keep [F#m] singing they songs while your body rot.
[G] Well, fuck it, come on, they gotta pay. _
[C] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [G] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _