Chords for it is what it is - nothing,nowhere.

[B] _ _ Of how many a man may it not be said that hope made a fool of him until he danced into the arms of death? _
_ Then again, how insatiable a [D#m] creature is man!
Every [C#] satisfaction he attains lays the seeds [B] of some new desire, so that there is no end to the wishes of each in the evil [F#] will.
_ And [C#] why is this?
_ _ [B] The real reason is simply that, even in itself, will is the lord of [D#m] all worlds.
Everything [C#] belongs to it, and therefore, [B] _
no one single thing can ever give it satisfaction.
_ [D#m]
And only the whole, [C#] which is endless.
_ [F#]
For me, the world [C#] used to [D#m] hold my hand,
[C#] _ _ _ [B] But _ [C#] sometimes, I lost the [D#m] other _ _ _ [C#] hand.
_ _ [F#]
But the hands of me must hold its place in shame,
_ [C#] _ _ _ [B]
So I'm _ beholding my [D#m] satisfaction [A#m] in plain.
_ [F#] _ _ _ [B]
Mark carbon, I said it with a hard R,
God pulls like a scarf from [D#m] a horse bar,
No [F#] wind and I'm stuck in a sandbar,
Say you the man's fourth bars and a charred [Bm] heart.
[F#] I'm some slick rich shit,
Eye patch chain, black shirt, [A#m] misfits,
Yo a bitch fit man, I don't really gotta,
Let her just cry, original [C#] Dundada, original [F#] Kinsella,
Yeah that's better,
She had mad tears in a Thursday [G#] sweater,
Can't keep [C#] telling me it gets better,
Man I read to a sneaky, [F#] it's peace to a peach.
Man I don't need company,
Tattoos, black hearts, see [A#] they run from me,
So [C#] I lurk in [F#] the dark and I stay.
_ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ [F#] You said she's a bitch, you better [C#] enjoy before you go,
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ [F#] Man I see my mind and I _ can't place all this space. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
We need to know, you missed the floor,
[D#m]
I lost _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ [C#] the _ _ _ [F#] other _ _ [C#] hand.
_ _ [F#] But the hands of me must hold its place in shame,
_ [C#] _ _ _ _ [B] _
Johnny, pony, rhyme, the [D#m] slouch and the rich [F#] bag,
_ _ _ _ [D#m] _
_ _ Snow, _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B]
no need stay,
[C#] _ _ _ [F#] _ [C#] _
_ [D#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D#m] _
_ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ [D#m] _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ [D#m] _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D#m] _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D#m] _
_ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
One [B] man, it is true, may have faults [D#m] that are absent in his fellow,
[C#] And it is undeniable that [B] the sum total of bad qualities is in some cases very large,
[D#m] For the difference of individuality between man and man [C#] passes all measure.
_ _ [B] _
In fact, the conviction that the world and man is something that [D#m] it better not have been,
[C#] Is of a kind to fill us with [B] indulgence towards one another.
Nay, _ from this point of view, we [F#] might well consider the [C#] proper form of address to be,
Not [B] monsieur, sir, mein Herr, but my fellow _ [D#m]
sufferer,
So she may lo, [C#] compagnon de miserere.
_ [B]
This may perhaps sound strange,
But it is in [D#m] keeping with the facts, it [C#] puts others in a right light,
_ [B]
And it reminds us of that which is after all the most necessary thing [D#m] in life,
_ Tolerance, [C#] patience, regard, [B]
and love of neighbor,
Of which everyone stands in need, _
[F#] And which, therefore, every man [C#] owes to his fellow. _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ End.
Chapter 1.
On the Sufferings of the World. _ _ _ _ _ _ _