Chords for Skinny Puppy - Grave Wisdom - Doomsday [HQ Audio]

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The _ city, [E] it has [D] spoken very often _ _ _ _ _ _
_ From city I've now found, _ long gone
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Death grabs a stillborn child
In the eye of death's bestest son _
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_ _ _ _ [Dm] Not until they are [E] dead from [D] bleeding
These attachments of [Dm] the beating
Is held up, world of different levels
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_ No [F] sense _ _ _
To justify
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I now have been raised in Skyward _
Now it's more black or bloody
_ _ _ _ Intentionally disclosed I'm _ _ going _ _
In my _ fate of tragedy _
All the games they've discovered me
In my fate of tragedy _
_ All the games they've discovered _
[Dm] _ me
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_ _ Not until they are dead
From my children of the [Dm] dead
Some not until [Am] they are [D] dead _ _
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[F] _ I am buried in this trouble
[D] Each night I eat _ _ underground
All the cages _ rusted
_ _ Disgraced food for empty
_ I'm desperate for the [F] heat
_ _ [D] Racist world, I'm raised
Not claimed, but such [Dm] a feat _
Racist, fucked and seven
In _ [D] my fate of tragedy _ _ _ _
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Not until they are dead
From my children of the dead
I will make them all _ DEAD
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