Salutations Chords by Rishloo

_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] These are only [Am] words and [E] artificial tones
We're just skin and bones playing telephone with things
that probably never [Em] said it all
This world is stitched [Am] with schemes
from [Em] once there was reality
It's hard to reach across the [F] unbelievable distance
of [G] being what we really [Am] are and who we claim to be
The [E] irony [G] engine is lost [F] on me
The _ [G] _ _ [E] shame is that [Am] we saw it coming
The [G] faces of the young among [C] us with crayon and paper [F] drawings
The clearest writing on the wall we could ever ask [Em] for
What do they believe?
Where are their [Am] fathers?
Where [Em] are their [G] mothers?
Who [F] left them there alone with the television remote
Like some [G] philosopher's stone, figuring [E] out on their own Child
_ [C] _ [G] If _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [E] I still have anything to [Am] say
I'll try [G] to make it plain
[F] Contrivance is a luxury I don't have
And the time that's left before the [G] madness overtakes me
[C] I'm a voice among the voices
The roar of whispers closes in
And the point seems [F] to be pointless
[G] And [E] I've forgotten who [Am] I am
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[F] _ I've _ [Em] _ forgotten who [Am] I _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[F] am
_ _ _ [G] _ _ This [Am] is how the world works
[C] _ _ All [F] the fiction to be [C] realized
This is how the world works
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