Intro: F#m Bm C#mF#m Bm C#m Rolling the words through doubts We hail this mess A groundless moan as a reward... I say... Tonight rhytms and riches will match Just a riddle and a thought Fractured lies in vain in the name of a mutable SadnessD7+ E6 An open sore A batch of letters to rest our soulsThree eyes, one godF#m Bm C#m Spattering ink through the paper Where two faced lovers don't fear a thing They don't fear... And tonight rhytms and riches will match With a riddle and a thought Fractured lies in vain in the name of a mutable sadnessD7+ E6 And no matter where I go I hear The sound of struggling heartsAm G6 F#7 Like a prayer from a ray to flash the secret chordsD7+ E6 And tonight rhytms and riches will match With a riddle and a thoughtF#m Fractured lies in the name of a mutable sadness( Bm C#m )( F#m Bm C#m )
Batch Of Letters
The Bruised Sycophants
- Am
- Bm
- C#m4
- D7+
- E6
- F#7
- F#m
- G6
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Tom:
- Am
- Bm
- C#m4
- D7+
- E6
- F#7
- F#m
- G6