A F#m7 F#m
You have no interest in the past
E C
Where you came from
H
Where you're going to
A F#m7 F#m
There's a cliche in your eye
E C
File the edges down
H
Soon be underground
C
There's nothing here for you under the sun
A E
There's nothing new to do, it's all been done
H
So put your faith in another place
C
Never seem to get away from this
A E
It's all fallen into an abyss
H
So put your foot on the pedal boy
A F#m7 F#m
All you know is secondhand
E C
Bullet pass through
H
The cage inside you
A F#m7 F#m
You stole the only thing you love
E C
So unfaithful
H
Drop is fatal
