Hulls bent... Well spent Am G None looks on the world dead C F Ugly to no one’s end Am G Am Holes in their hearts fermented our load G C On heaven’s hood F Dm E They lay us right here like new winter’s wood Am G C F May no one be forgotten or misunderstood Dm G Pick blossoms from blood
C C/h Am F Today I say C C/h Am F We’ll roam away!
C C/h Am G We are the same Am G Be it angel or demon they don’t care C F As long as one’s full they fill it again Am E Right down the probe and into the brain Am G C F Sinks down to the bottom shifts up to the top Am G C F Staring unto the moon there’s no way we can stop Am G C F In the domes with the glitter we’ll shine like stars Dm G We’ll see their decline or fall in pyres at once