Burial Society

Em  Am
  Em  C
C   Em
 Am   Em

C
I close my eyes a better man
Em                         Am               Em
Or imagine that I can imagine such a thing
                                C
And it goes on and on and on and on like that
                          Em     Am
Project myself into the air, and float in a weightless night
      Em
It’s better than sitting heavy backed, and sending waves of anxious hate into the street,
                        C         Am        A
 trying to shut down the stop lights
                      C              A
It isn't real, but it feels real
                      C
It isn't real, but it feels real

A      A7      C
  A      C

A                                            C
As I crane my neck to an emptiness (better than knowing nothing at all)
           C
I feel in my chest (I know I know myself)
A                          A7                    Cmaj7
Cut my wrists, slit my throat, take this body and string it up
    C                    Em
Cause I’ll never know

(x2)
              Em
“I’m weak again, stay inside, hate everything.”
Bm        Em7          Em
Well hey, that’s our lot. And I’m already inside out
A                                                      Cmaj7
Cut my wrists, slit my throat, take this body and string it up
                                 C                                 Em
And I’ll never know what you said, because I’ll be fucking dead by then

Am        Em        A         Am         Cmaj7
UuuuUuuu*(* means it continues)
  C         Am         Em
AaaaaaaAaaaaa*

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