Chords for Infected Mushroom - Artillery

_ _ [A] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] Bye [A]-bye. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ ♪ _
[A] Three dimensional professional projections of speculite ♪
♪ Connected with selection [E] airtight, the isolated, the successive, victory stimulated, the non-simulated [A] patterns of flight originated.
I'm a carnivore on a tour of duty, my band of brothers and full metal jackets establish [E] cruelty.
Black magic conjurer, attack through the monitor, destruction of assumption.
One thing I can promise [A] ya, pass out, I'm cold charged.
Black ritualistic, annihilators that murder your cast.
The future of the past, the last reveal that's ever sealed, broken and now, [Am] ceremony is real.
The key of my life, I've sprung from my feet, a strong-minded individual delivering defeat.
[E] Blood bubbles in the street, heat flowing over tweet, weed, Romans, people calling speech, limited repeat.
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [A] _
You're opening the door, through the corridors, cutting to the map.
Stained with my eyes, but the beat is on my test.
I'm just a man at once, avenging my confess.
Praying for the rage you send, locked inside this cage again.
Where evil reigns and people like to win.
It may seem sweet, but we won't let it end.
For we shine brightly from the light [Am] within. _
_ _ Locked [B] inside _ this [C] _ _ cage again.
[Dm] _ _ [F] _ _
[Am] _ _ _ [G] Locked inside this [C] _ _ cage [Dm] again.
_ [F] _ _
[Am] _ Locked inside [B] this cage _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [F] _ _
[Am] _ again.
Locked [G] inside _ _ [C] this cage [Dm] again.
_ [F] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Turn the music up a bit.
_ _ Yeah, yeah.
[B] Dark witness, demons with a [A] conscience.
On the long range, looking for the office.
Teenage zombies, lying to be.
I'm [F#] dying to learn what I'm trying to be.
[A] Go back, who cares?
Who's to have it?
[B] But you know my group is the truth, so have it.
[A] Keep myself grouped up, we cool.
50 face still hurts, but my kids stick.
[A] That's love, not far, we go crazy.
They still not strong, so I appreciate the chance.
But I'll kill you, I stick.
And I'll do you anything.
Talk to you like I'm my cat.
Little bottom nightmare, moonshine distillery.
Back roads are killing [C#] me, militarist guard.
I depart with artillery. With artillery.
With artillery.
With artillery.
[A] With artillery.
_ _ With artillery.
[Dm] With artillery. _
[Am] With artillery.
_ With artillery.
With artillery.
[F] With artillery.
[E] With artillery.
[Am] With artillery. With artillery. With artillery.
With artillery.
With artillery. With artillery.
With artillery.
_ With artillery.
_ With artillery. [D] With artillery.
[A] With artillery.
With artillery.
With artillery. With artillery.
With artillery.
Love [Bm] inside _ _ [C] this cage _ [Dm] _ [F] again. _
[Am] _ _ Love [B] inside _ [G] _
[C] this _ cage [Dm] again.
[F] _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [B] Love [G] inside [C] this cage _ [Dm] again.
[F] _ _
[Am] _ Love _ [G] inside _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [F] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ this cage again.
[N] _ _