Mouthpiece Acordes

	   

 
 

  
G#m 
The disengagement of the bubbleâ??s hypnotizing 
           F# 
Some say below the doughy crust the beast is rising 
           E 
We like to talk about the past 
           C#m 
We like to talk about the past 
  
  
   G#m 
We talk about the past like itâ??s the strangest dream 
     F# 
We repeat the thing we never dreamed weâ??d do 
       E 
I understand that sometimes we all must dance with fuckery 
    C#m 
But everybodyâ??s pissing in the well of our suffering 
  
  
          G#m 
I want to breathe in all the ashes of the books they tried to burn 
          F# 
I want to feel the pages in my skin and understand the words 
E 
Castrate fiction, call it circumstance 
             C#m 
They say her wanderings are dangerous 
                       G#m    F7 
All she wants to do is dance  
G7     F7 
Dance 
  

G#m              F7              G7            F7 
Question periodâ??s over, donâ??t you feel it, I do 

   
          G#m 
Youâ??ll be pummeled by the certainty of minions 
       F# 
Itâ??s a puppet show, a theatre of opinions 
  E 
A Chorus of flack 
C#m 
Feeder of the pack 
  
  
        G#m 
You can hear the shaky timbre of the voices most alone 
          F# 
Yeah itâ??s easier to sing within the crowd 
             E 
Those who pretend to believe hardest might actually begin to 
    C#m 
The nature of the bliss the warmth of ignorance gives into 
  
  
          G#m 
I want to breathe in all the ashes of the books they tried to burn 
          F# 
I want to taste resilience on my tongue and love beyond concern 
E 
Mass-grave subtlety, leave it for the birds 
             C#m 
They say the world it might be dangerous 
                          G#m 
But all it seems to do is turn 

  
G#m           F7                  G7            F7 
Bitten by the hand that feeds you 
G#m             F7                G7            F7 
Holding to what youâ??re beholden to 
(Question periodâ??s over, donâ??t you feel it? I do) 
G#m           F7                  G7            F7 
Bitten by the hand that feeds you 
(Question periodâ??s over, donâ??t you feel it? I do) 
G#m             F7                G7            F7   G#m 
Holding to what youâ??re beholden to