Chords for SLIDE INTO THE VOID | Control Song feat. Cami-Cat

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_ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Abm] _ _ _ [Bb] You hear our words, but you [F] forget.
Push your fingers through the surface to [Dm] the wet.
[Gm] We wake in the stains.
We build you [D] till nothing remains.
In the name of the sound of the names.
[Dm] Repeat the word, [E] repeat the word, [Bb] repeat the word.
Egg cracks and the truth will emerge.
A copy of a copy [Em] of a copy of a copy of a copy.
You are home, you remind [Dm] us.
Happy Earth.
At the edge of understanding, the border of the known.
The breaking point of reason, we're landing in [D] the room.
The sense is defenseless, [Dm] infestors on the bone.
You'll find entropy is offensive, a surrender to the stone.
As you roam through [Bb] the oldest house, [Gm] home to all that you were told about.
[Dm] Trapped within a labyrinth [E] that goes [Bb] without saying,
that [Eb] we're praying that they don't get out.
[Dm] The world that they isn't sitting hinge with [Bb] a sleazum.
Half reflected architecture, dark and [Dm] ending insanity.
Art objective, architect your Cartier-Wood [Bb] tradition,
where the paperwork is worship and rituals.
When [Dm] the black rock cracks and the firebreak [Bb] ends,
the director is left with a line of defects.
[Dm] Trenches are followed, forces unknown.
Perhaps you should answer the phone.
_ [D] You can't place [Bb] the pattern, where the patterns end and [Dm] you begin.
Follow the [C] correct path, [Bb] or else you're gonna slide [Dm] into the void.
[D] The world [Bb] you live in has cracked and fallen.
[Dm] You're the one to [E] protect [Bb] her.
Load another slide [Dm] into the void.
The strangest correlation observation will [Bb] present,
in the systems we can witness and the signals they have [Dm] sent.
These forces yet unknown, ripple through cement.
[Bb] Inscrutable intentions, altered world events.
Where [Dm] reality [Bb] cracks and impacts on the next.
Dimensions fragment and [E] the astral [Dm] projects on benign, [Bb] undefined,
archetypal objects until ordinary is torn up and [Dm] normal defects.
In effect what you're left with are OOGs.
[Bb] Objects of power, a flying TV, [Dm] a light that can hijack your mind as you [Bb] see.
A safe that's encased in a shield of debris.
[Dm] These frequencies are [E] frequently the key to what's [Bb] perceived to be,
and [Gm] vis-a-vis a feeding off the reaches of the [Dm] mind.
But recently the [E] sequence was repeated and [Bb] repeated,
and it leaves me with a theory that they're trying to get [D] inside.
You hear our words, but you forget.
[Bb] Push your fingers through the surface of the wet.
We [D] wait in the stains, we build you to loving remains.
In the [Bb] name of the sound of the name.
[Dm] Repeat the word, repeat [Bb] the word, repeat the word.
A crack of the truth will emerge.
A [D] copy of a copy of a [Bb] copy of a copy of a copy.
You are home, you are mine, you're [D] small.
If you cast glazed [Bb] earth in,
we'll pattern's end and [D] you'll begin.
Tell the director,
[Bb] _ heads are gonna [D] slide into the void.
But if your world [Bb] collapses,
then fall right off [Dm] the cliff.
Go to the [E] projector,
_ [Dm] load another [Bb] slide into [Dm] the room.
The director and the bureau is one [Bb] connection to the board.
Obey the mighty Bakelite and file your [D] reports.
Telephony and effigy must [Bb] never be ignored.
So if you hear a ringing, you had better pull the cord
and explore the decor of the ocean view.
With the doors only open for a chosen few.
[Dm] Check your logic at the desk, you won't need it to progress.
A dream is just a test to be broken through.
Like the smoke and plume in the wombs of the [Bb] ashtray.
Furniture fractals, carpet [Dm] cascades,
lofts and the labyrinth of lounge chairs and [Bb] lampshades.
Walls have evolved into infinite [Dm] pathways.
There's a limit to the [Am] dangers of [Bb] phenomenon we keep.
For the [Gm] chaos that would reign should the panopticon be [Dm] breached.
This never-ending edifice is pushed [Bb] upon the precipice.
We let in the residents, the future of us.
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_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
[E] _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
[C] _ [Bb] _ _ Analyze [Dm] the data, catalog the signs,
run every simulation, every sample I can find.
I give an explanation, but we haven't got the time.
We're drowning in the waveforms and our minds are in the tide
of eloquent malevolence.
Sequestered in the residence, nesting in the head of every denizen.
Tell me, is it heaven sent?
Is the devil even relevant when questioning the presence of dimensional intelligence?
Thresholds unfold as a door that knocks.
In the kicking, in the kicking, in the kicking of the clocks.
We are holding the key, we just won't see the locks.
Paradise and parasite in parallel in paradox.
We stand on a mantle where matter divides.
The abstract defracts, the tiny, running, who cracks in reality.
Trapped in a slum in such a tangible sanctuary.
_ Breaking the first, [Ab] the second, [Bb] the third, [Dm] the fourth wall, fifth wall, no floor, you fall.
Earworm humming [Am] in a dream, baby, [Dm] baby, baby, yeah, it's just plastic.
You want to listen, you [C] want to dream, you want to [Dm] smile, you want to hurt.
You [Bb] don't want to be here, you want to listen, [C] you want to dream, you [D] want to smile, you want to hurt.
You [Dm] don't want to be here. _
And [Bb] _ then you [Dm] begin to [Am] dread.
_ [Bb] As you're [C] gonna slide [Dm] into the void.
But you're sure to always [Bb] find a way to free your mind.
And it's [D] called the notion of protection.
[Bb] You're gonna slide into [Dm] the void. _
Thank _ [N] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] you for watching this FBC musical presentation.
[Bb] I do hope it was informative.
I would like to thank [G] research assistant Cammy Cat for her help assembling this [Bb] presentation.
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