Chords for Silent Planet - Vanity Of Sleep

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I'm in the wall
_ [F#] This _ _ _ is all
There is no silver to spare
[Bm] In emptiness [G] I can call my [F#] own
An arbitrary sanctuary
[G] _ _ [F#]
Where we deposit
Pranks to an invisible god _
Welcome to the
Unsafe ice where joy is a myth
No impulse, no prescription
[G] _ [F#] Vaccinated with an Outward suspicion
[E] Isolation, being paralyzed by Existing condition
_ [D#m] _ _ [B] _
_ _ [F#] _ And a plastic
Flash on my back
A new flash that
_ [C#m]
Constructs my physical
[F#] Being and my _ consciousness
The taste that dies Out tonight
This is a lava bath with
Consumption to spare
[G] In emptiness I [D] can call my own
[F#] An exit door [G] for my [F#] story
I'll rip the precious
Dust [D#m] for night
[F#] _ I can't be weird
I can't be warm
I can't be cold
I can't [B] be harsh
I _ can't be evil
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I built a home
For a lord keeping a grand [F#] _
yard
To remind myself
[B] I'm still alive
You can see the flaws still [F#] abides
As I witness an ending that I can't contrive
[B] We must build
An ready-up and casket [F#] parade
As wealth makes its [G] final display
In the ground
I found it strange [F#] that even in this place, there exists no religion.
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_ Give me something small, give me something that bleeds.
I'll scour the earth for my [G]
identity.
_ _ Is there [F#] a cure for us since society?
_ [B] _ So into this world, so indebted to ourselves,
a network of life is such [G] a disconnect. _ _ _
How [F#] many times must we die this death? _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Annihilation is all we are.
_ [G] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ Desolation is everything [F#m] I know. _ _
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_ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ All we are is all we love, everything I know.
It's _ distractible, artificial [F#] heart, obsidian soul,
encircled by dreams that are combustible.
We traded guidance for seeds, [B] misread for empower,
surrendered our faith, became addicted [F#m] to power.
I know that hope grows [D#] inside of the wound,
and [F#] I know progress is empty.
I'm a pig, a tomb, swamped,
dig through these masks till I find [B] my face.
Separate from the false great tips I embrace.
[F#] It kills me to know that you'll never [D#m] find peace.
You can have all the world, but you'll never be [G]
free. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Can [F#] I sentence all the cross my _ existence?
[G] Can I cross _ [F#] the _ layer from this _ _ _ _ _ nothingness?
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Stars will come and blaze through red stars, fading, fading, _ _ silhouettes. _ _ _ _ _ _
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