Fear in Motion Chords by Wumpscut
Tempo:
129.95 bpm
Chords used:
G
Ab
C
D
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G]
There is no time, I feel it leak, I'm feeding with confusion and sliding through your mind.
And you, you try to comprehend nothing.
Reminded of [A]
an animal, you swear you saw [G] it, and what did you really see?
What was it?
What of it?
I'm looking through the dark, his wet fingers flutter by, [Ab] his air pushes past over the valleys I hold.
What [G] was it?
What of it?
[D] [G] He sits ecstatic, genetically still, the sound finds its way in, [Ab] grasping by his ears, [G] straight and screaming through a hall of glass.
What was it?
[C] What of it?
I'm looking through the dark, [Ab] his wet fingers flutter by, [G] his air pushes past over the valleys I hold.
Spinning circles, trace the tracers, wheel of angles, angles within wheels.
[D] [C]
[G]
I [C] found no peace in solitude, I found no chaos in catastrophe.
[G]
[Ab] [Bb] [C]
[G] It's only their [Ab] words they speak, [Gm] [C] so speak with [G] your own,
[Ab] [Bb] [C]
[G]
with your own.
There is no time, I feel it leak, I'm feeding with confusion and sliding through your mind.
And you, you try to comprehend nothing.
Reminded of [A]
an animal, you swear you saw [G] it, and what did you really see?
What was it?
What of it?
I'm looking through the dark, his wet fingers flutter by, [Ab] his air pushes past over the valleys I hold.
What [G] was it?
What of it?
[D] [G] He sits ecstatic, genetically still, the sound finds its way in, [Ab] grasping by his ears, [G] straight and screaming through a hall of glass.
What was it?
[C] What of it?
I'm looking through the dark, [Ab] his wet fingers flutter by, [G] his air pushes past over the valleys I hold.
Spinning circles, trace the tracers, wheel of angles, angles within wheels.
[D] [C]
[G]
I [C] found no peace in solitude, I found no chaos in catastrophe.
[G]
[Ab] [Bb] [C]
[G] It's only their [Ab] words they speak, [Gm] [C] so speak with [G] your own,
[Ab] [Bb] [C]
[G]
with your own.
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Ab
C
D
Bb
G
Ab
C
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_ _ _ _ There is no time, I feel it leak, _ _ _ I'm feeding with confusion and sliding through your mind.
_ _ _ And you, you try to comprehend _ _ nothing. _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ Reminded of [A]
an animal, _ you swear you saw [G] it, and what did you really see?
_ What was it?
_ What of it?
I'm looking through the dark, his wet fingers flutter by, [Ab] his air pushes past over the valleys I hold.
What [G] was it?
What of it? _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [D] _ [G] He sits ecstatic, _ genetically still, the sound finds its way in, [Ab] grasping by his ears, [G] straight and screaming through a hall of glass. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ What was it?
[C] _ What of it?
_ I'm looking through the dark, [Ab] his wet fingers flutter by, [G] his air pushes past over the valleys I _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ hold.
Spinning circles, _ trace the tracers, _ wheel of angles, angles within wheels.
_ [D] _ _ _ [C] _
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_ _ _ I [C] found no peace in solitude, _ I found no chaos in catastrophe. _ _ _ _ _
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[Ab] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ [C] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ It's only their [Ab] words they speak, _ _ [Gm] _ [C] so speak with [G] your own, _ _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [C] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ with your own. _
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_ _ _ _ There is no time, I feel it leak, _ _ _ I'm feeding with confusion and sliding through your mind.
_ _ _ And you, you try to comprehend _ _ nothing. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Reminded of [A]
an animal, _ you swear you saw [G] it, and what did you really see?
_ What was it?
_ What of it?
I'm looking through the dark, his wet fingers flutter by, [Ab] his air pushes past over the valleys I hold.
What [G] was it?
What of it? _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ [G] He sits ecstatic, _ genetically still, the sound finds its way in, [Ab] grasping by his ears, [G] straight and screaming through a hall of glass. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ What was it?
[C] _ What of it?
_ I'm looking through the dark, [Ab] his wet fingers flutter by, [G] his air pushes past over the valleys I _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ hold.
Spinning circles, _ trace the tracers, _ wheel of angles, angles within wheels.
_ [D] _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ I [C] found no peace in solitude, _ I found no chaos in catastrophe. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ [C] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ It's only their [Ab] words they speak, _ _ [Gm] _ [C] so speak with [G] your own, _ _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [C] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ with your own. _
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