Am _
G _ _ _
Am _ _
G Are we
Am _
G crazy.
_
Am _
G Living our lives
Dm Am through a
Dm lens.
Am Trapped in our own
F Am thicket fence
F Like
Am ornaments.
C Comfortable living in a bubble bubble.
Em So comfortable we cannot see the trouble.
Are
Am you
G lonely.
_
Am G Out there in
Dm _
Am utopia.
_
F Where
Am nothing will ever
F be
Am enough
F Happening
Am now.
C Comfortable living in a bubble bubble.
Em So comfortable we cannot see the trouble.
F So _
D _
C put your rose-colored
Am glasses on.
E And party on.
Am Turn it up,
G it's your favorite song.
Am Dance, dance, dance
G to the distortion.
Dm Turn it up,
Am keep it on repeat.
Dm Stumble and a run
Am like a wasted zombie.
F _
Am You think we're free.
F Great,
Am this one's on me.
C We're all chained to the rhythm.
Em To the rhythm, to the rhythm.
Am Turn it up,
G it's your favorite song.
Am Dance, dance, dance
G to the distortion.
Dm Turn it up,
Am keep it on repeat.
Dm Stumble and a run like a wasted
Am.
F zombie.
You
Am think we're
F free.
Great,
Am this one's on me.
C We're all chained to the rhythm.
Em To the rhythm, to the rhythm.
C _ _ Are
Am we
G cold _ .
Am _
G Keep sweeping it
Dm under
Am the
F mat.
Am Thought we could do
F better than that.
I hope we can.
C Comfortable living in a bubble bubble.
Em So comfortable we cannot see the trouble.
_
F So
Dm _
C.
put your rose-colored
Am glasses on.
E And party on.
_
Am Turn it up,
G it's your favorite
Am song.
Dance, dance, dance
G to the distortion.
Dm Turn it up,
Am keep
Dm it on repeat.
Stumble and a run
Am like a wasted
F zombie.
You
Am think we're
F free.
Great,
Am this one's on me.
C We're all chained to the
Em rhythm.
To the rhythm, to the rhythm.
Am Turn it up,
G it's your favorite
Am song.
Dance,
G dance, dance to the distortion.
Dm Turn it up, keep it on repeat.
Stumble and a run
Am like a wasted
F zombie.
You think we're free.
Great,
Am this one's on me.
C We're all chained to the
Em rhythm.
To the rhythm, to the rhythm.
Dm _ It is
C my
F desire.
Break down the walls to connect,
G inspire.
Am Up in your high-place
G liars.
Time is ticking for the empire.
Dm The truth, I see, is
C feeble.
F As so many times
G before.
Am The greed of all the people.
G They stumble and they crumble in the middle of the riot.
They want all of them, who broke the liars.
Am Turn
G it up,
Am it's your favorite song.
Dance, dance,
G dance to the distortion.
Dm Turn it up, keep
Am it
F on repeat.
Stumble and a
Am run like a wasted
F zombie.
_ _ _ _ _
Am _ _ .
C _ Chained to the rhythm,
Em to the rhythm.
Chained to the
Am rhythm.
On
Em and on
Am and on.
G It
Dm goes on
Am and _ _ _ on.
It goes on and on and on.
On and
C on it goes.
We're all _ _
Em _ _
D chained to the rhythm _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .