Chords for Krieg - Original Song
Tempo:
84.725 bpm
Chords used:
Am
A
C
Dm
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[N]
I am merely a child from the loom of a machine, harvested from time, like waking from a sleep.
All of me from the first breath that I take.
Now they're mistakes.
A world that only touched through a planet's [A] dying lungs, that would have installed a fire that blotted out the sun.
Through that purge could it begin to be undone.
But they had done.
There is no glory of greatness found here.
No heels of valiance or of courage over fear.
This is the fate of the deserving wars and fodder.
Those born within live without honor.
By every passing day the ranks grow ever thinner.
[Dm] This is [Am] as it should be here.
Corpses are the winners.
Survival of the fittest.
Our deaths have been assigned.
And they're just [A] mine.
I inherit this from [Am] those who came before.
[F] Our curse of [Am] bloodlines.
Tainted to the [A] core.
From this dead world the lessons we have learned do exist.
[D] Salvation in the gurgling holes [Am] of war.
I know [A] nothing of the trenches [C] I am to [Dm] die on.
[Am] Nothing of the causes that I'm born to fight for.
A world [A] of Egyptian lust and raging [Dm] opposition [D] I'll never pass in obtaining [A] it.
The [Am] [Dm]
[Am] [E] [Am]
masses who [F] live their life in game.
[C] I am dissolution.
[D] Arms wide open we embrace our fate.
[A]
[C] Such talents and chamber you [Am] do not hesitate.
More survival instincts only days engage.
More [C] pile of horses striving [D] for short [Bm] gain.
More like cannons raining fire from [D] the earthquake.
[F] Marching through the trenches.
The [Am] charge to the eyes.
Nothing brought gas past them last year to neutralize.
[C] I am expectable but cruel for his plans to kill [B] as his newly vinted diocese died.
[A]
[Am]
Perfection [A] to hinder their progress as my cock drops in mud.
Suicide [Am] mission [A] to kill the ghosts of lost and lost into [Am] education.
The risk of that decision [A] has also brought forward a fear of no hesitation.
It's my definition.
Just a mere child born [C] and treated in the slash.
They've thrust [B] a brush to his portrait [Am] of flash.
I am it.
The bullet drills in his chest.
The diocese [Dm] demands.
[A] The last carries of [C] the troops to [E] dash.
[C] I see.
[E] I see.
I [B] was there in the [Am] sixth slash.
The [A] jets kill the boy.
They only miss the [Am] mission.
I say kill them.
Kill us.
Kill us.
I've had courtesans grab a fist with Geddes.
I am merely a child from the loom of a machine, harvested from time, like waking from a sleep.
All of me from the first breath that I take.
Now they're mistakes.
A world that only touched through a planet's [A] dying lungs, that would have installed a fire that blotted out the sun.
Through that purge could it begin to be undone.
But they had done.
There is no glory of greatness found here.
No heels of valiance or of courage over fear.
This is the fate of the deserving wars and fodder.
Those born within live without honor.
By every passing day the ranks grow ever thinner.
[Dm] This is [Am] as it should be here.
Corpses are the winners.
Survival of the fittest.
Our deaths have been assigned.
And they're just [A] mine.
I inherit this from [Am] those who came before.
[F] Our curse of [Am] bloodlines.
Tainted to the [A] core.
From this dead world the lessons we have learned do exist.
[D] Salvation in the gurgling holes [Am] of war.
I know [A] nothing of the trenches [C] I am to [Dm] die on.
[Am] Nothing of the causes that I'm born to fight for.
A world [A] of Egyptian lust and raging [Dm] opposition [D] I'll never pass in obtaining [A] it.
The [Am] [Dm]
[Am] [E] [Am]
masses who [F] live their life in game.
[C] I am dissolution.
[D] Arms wide open we embrace our fate.
[A]
[C] Such talents and chamber you [Am] do not hesitate.
More survival instincts only days engage.
More [C] pile of horses striving [D] for short [Bm] gain.
More like cannons raining fire from [D] the earthquake.
[F] Marching through the trenches.
The [Am] charge to the eyes.
Nothing brought gas past them last year to neutralize.
[C] I am expectable but cruel for his plans to kill [B] as his newly vinted diocese died.
[A]
[Am]
Perfection [A] to hinder their progress as my cock drops in mud.
Suicide [Am] mission [A] to kill the ghosts of lost and lost into [Am] education.
The risk of that decision [A] has also brought forward a fear of no hesitation.
It's my definition.
Just a mere child born [C] and treated in the slash.
They've thrust [B] a brush to his portrait [Am] of flash.
I am it.
The bullet drills in his chest.
The diocese [Dm] demands.
[A] The last carries of [C] the troops to [E] dash.
[C] I see.
[E] I see.
I [B] was there in the [Am] sixth slash.
The [A] jets kill the boy.
They only miss the [Am] mission.
I say kill them.
Kill us.
Kill us.
I've had courtesans grab a fist with Geddes.
Key:
Am
A
C
Dm
D
Am
A
C
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ I am merely a child from the loom of a machine, harvested from time, like waking from a sleep.
All of me from the first breath that I take. _
Now they're mistakes.
A world that only touched through a planet's [A] dying lungs, that would have installed a fire that blotted out the sun.
Through that purge could it begin to be undone.
_ But they had done.
There is no glory of greatness found here.
No heels of valiance or of courage over fear.
This is the fate of the deserving wars and fodder.
Those born within live without honor.
By every passing day the ranks grow ever thinner.
[Dm] This is [Am] as it should be here.
Corpses are the winners.
Survival of the fittest.
Our deaths have been assigned.
_ And they're just [A] mine.
I inherit this from [Am] those who came before.
[F] Our curse of [Am] bloodlines.
Tainted to the [A] core.
From this dead world the lessons we have learned do exist.
[D] Salvation in the gurgling holes [Am] of war.
I know [A] nothing of the trenches [C] I am to [Dm] die on.
[Am] Nothing of the causes that I'm born to fight for.
A world [A] of Egyptian lust and raging [Dm] opposition [D] I'll never pass in obtaining [A] it.
The _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [Dm] _ _
[Am] _ _ [E] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ masses who [F] live their life in game.
[C] _ I am dissolution.
[D] Arms wide open we embrace our fate.
_ [A] _ _
_ [C] Such talents and chamber you [Am] do not hesitate.
More survival instincts only days engage.
More [C] pile of horses striving [D] for short [Bm] gain.
More like cannons raining fire from [D] the earthquake.
[F] Marching through the trenches.
The [Am] charge to the eyes.
Nothing brought gas past them last year to neutralize.
[C] I am expectable but cruel for his plans to kill [B] as his newly vinted diocese died.
[A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ Perfection [A] to hinder their progress as my cock drops in mud.
_ Suicide [Am] mission [A] to kill the ghosts of lost and lost into [Am] education.
_ The risk of that decision [A] has also brought forward a fear of no hesitation.
_ It's my definition.
Just a mere child born [C] and treated in the slash.
They've thrust [B] a brush to his portrait [Am] of flash.
I am it.
The bullet drills in his chest.
The diocese [Dm] demands.
[A] The last carries of [C] the troops to [E] dash.
[C] I see.
[E] I see.
I [B] was there in the [Am] sixth slash.
The [A] jets kill the boy.
They only miss the [Am] mission.
I say kill them.
Kill us.
Kill us.
I've _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ had courtesans grab a fist with Geddes. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I am merely a child from the loom of a machine, harvested from time, like waking from a sleep.
All of me from the first breath that I take. _
Now they're mistakes.
A world that only touched through a planet's [A] dying lungs, that would have installed a fire that blotted out the sun.
Through that purge could it begin to be undone.
_ But they had done.
There is no glory of greatness found here.
No heels of valiance or of courage over fear.
This is the fate of the deserving wars and fodder.
Those born within live without honor.
By every passing day the ranks grow ever thinner.
[Dm] This is [Am] as it should be here.
Corpses are the winners.
Survival of the fittest.
Our deaths have been assigned.
_ And they're just [A] mine.
I inherit this from [Am] those who came before.
[F] Our curse of [Am] bloodlines.
Tainted to the [A] core.
From this dead world the lessons we have learned do exist.
[D] Salvation in the gurgling holes [Am] of war.
I know [A] nothing of the trenches [C] I am to [Dm] die on.
[Am] Nothing of the causes that I'm born to fight for.
A world [A] of Egyptian lust and raging [Dm] opposition [D] I'll never pass in obtaining [A] it.
The _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [Dm] _ _
[Am] _ _ [E] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ masses who [F] live their life in game.
[C] _ I am dissolution.
[D] Arms wide open we embrace our fate.
_ [A] _ _
_ [C] Such talents and chamber you [Am] do not hesitate.
More survival instincts only days engage.
More [C] pile of horses striving [D] for short [Bm] gain.
More like cannons raining fire from [D] the earthquake.
[F] Marching through the trenches.
The [Am] charge to the eyes.
Nothing brought gas past them last year to neutralize.
[C] I am expectable but cruel for his plans to kill [B] as his newly vinted diocese died.
[A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ Perfection [A] to hinder their progress as my cock drops in mud.
_ Suicide [Am] mission [A] to kill the ghosts of lost and lost into [Am] education.
_ The risk of that decision [A] has also brought forward a fear of no hesitation.
_ It's my definition.
Just a mere child born [C] and treated in the slash.
They've thrust [B] a brush to his portrait [Am] of flash.
I am it.
The bullet drills in his chest.
The diocese [Dm] demands.
[A] The last carries of [C] the troops to [E] dash.
[C] I see.
[E] I see.
I [B] was there in the [Am] sixth slash.
The [A] jets kill the boy.
They only miss the [Am] mission.
I say kill them.
Kill us.
Kill us.
I've _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ had courtesans grab a fist with Geddes. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _