Chords for Silent Planet - Panic Room

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_ _ _ _ _ [F] Lost just lies, I'm scared by opaque lies Frozen metacarpal tap, tap, tap, the window
blasts Sing a way to staccatos with a [C] broken clock
Synchronized with my bones [F] Traumatic tics, tics, knocking to the space
in the room That echoes back indiscernibly to my disconnected
self, self, it's self-consuming What's I'm doing is my undoing
The nightly casualty [Bb] of war, [B] _
_ [Bb] _ and it sounds like this
War, [B] _
_ [Bb] endless [B] _ war And my endless [Bb] desperate urge to fight
[B] I must pretend my sentience [Bb] is sickness that I know
Reimagined the disarray of the sense of great success
Muscle pieces, spectral flip stars, lava slumbers burn inside our [B] souls
And my endless [Bb] desperate urge to fight [B] I must pretend my sentience [Bb] is sickness that
I know _ _
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[Db] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [F] Machines of error looking down on [Bb] us
The piece of thoughts as we grapple, ill [Abm] at hand, mud and sand, blood red oil
[Bb] The chap of the harvest converted to currencies of wealthy means
Stepping stones cut from our perforated bones [B] Reaches our ranks beside our bodies
[Bb] Sown just to be thrown back again [Ebm] And forgotten if we stumble in
Laid inside a homeless [F] nest, stuck with anger, dirty needles
Shipped to an early [B] stable where boxes closed, the sand was grace
[Bb] It's you to binge yourself, but terrible in taste
[B] Praise me for my valor, lay me on a crimson [Bb] tower
Justify my endless error as my finest hour
Hear me as a doken to deceive the child who we fattened for the scapegoat's slaughter
I learned to fight, I learned to kill, I learned to steal
I learned that [F] none of this is _ _ _ [Gb] _ [B] _
real
[Bb] If this is war, it's not [Eb] my end _ _
_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ [B] _ I'm driven by my feelings, self _ [Bb]-determination
Time can't be measured, _ I know, I know from the records
Worldly salvation, I take it to possession
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I'm down to lay back [Bb] every _ _ _ quiet moment
Wrinkled ass, _ mania, harvest _ of the disconsolate
Take my hand, take me to [Abm] the [N] fight _
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