Am Dm E Am Am Dm E Am [Verse] Am Dm We wear our rags we wear our ties Am And once were dead were all the same Dm We drive our cars we ride our bikes Am And once were dead were all the same Dm We build our towers we build our forts E And once were dead were all the same Nobody's different we all rot the same Am Dm Help me father I'm a sinner I just cannot cope Am Dm Put that bullet in my skull and dress my neck with rope Am Dm Bring these towers crashing I can't take this anymore E Drown me in the flood waters I'll cower at your door [Instrumental] Am Dm E Am Am Dm E Am [Verse] Am Dm We wear our rags we wear our ties Am And once were dead were all the same Dm We drive our cars we ride our bikes Am And once were dead were all the same Dm We build our towers we build our forts E And once were dead were all the same Nobody's different we all rot the same Am With every sip and every sup Dm I'm breaking down I'm giving up E Like knives under my nails Am Along with pliers tearing teeth from rotting gums Dm E I'm backed into the corner so familiar so secure We hate the differences to bite the fucking hook [Chorus] Am C E Lie me down in satin croon that lullaby E E E E E E Am That eases the tremors and lust to ache Dm E Dm G The cost will kill the stumbled sobbing swaine [Bridge] Am When the frame work collapses Dm Dm Am There's no reason left to fight Dm Dm Its hard enough to survive Am Without senseless violence Dm Dm Am Our chances are greater of living Dm Dm So open your eyes Am When the frame work collapses Dm Am There's no reason left to fight Dm Its hard enough to survive Am Without senseless violence Dm Am Our chances are greater of living Dm So open your eyes [Instrumental] Am Dm E Am Am Dm E Am [Verse] Am Dm We wear our rags we wear our ties Am And once were dead were all the same Dm We drive our cars we ride our bikes Am And once were dead were all the same Dm We build our towers we build our forts E And once were dead were all the same Nobody's different we all rot the same [Chorus] Am C E Lie me down in satin croon that lullaby E E E E E E Am That eases the tremors and lust to ache Am Dm Dm E Am Dm G The cost will kill the stumbled sobbing swaine