I Wanna See It Burn chords

[INTRO]
[Dm]

[VERSE 1]
I wanna see it [Dm]burn
The wasted min[C]d, the plastic w[F]orld
With all the substa[G]nce sucked out
Wha[Dm]t's the point
Of s[C]hoveling coal into a [F]furnace
In a[G] vessel with a tear in the hole
When e[Dm]very forming eyes in[C]fected with
Some p[F]ornographic nig[G]htmare
Growing, [Dm]pissing on the as[C]hes
Of the one[F]s who set the sta[G]ge

[CHORUS]
I[Dm]t seems this realization's esoteric
Whe[C]n art's only about a profit
Wha[F]ts cheap to make and satisfies [G]the rotting mind
Whe[Dm]n partying and getting laid
B[C]ecome the first priorities
Unnotic[F]ed goes the cavalcade of tragedy
We[G]'re just waiting for the bomb

[MUSIC BREAK]
[Dm] [C] [F] [G]
[Dm] [C]

[VERSE 2]
M[F]ainstream music, televisi[G]on, fashion
[Dm]Its just a distraction
[C]Its just a distraction
[F]Its just a distraction

[G]

[Dm]Its just a distraction
[C]Its just a distraction
[F]Its just a distraction
[G]To keep you from noticing
T[Dm]he innocent buried in your front lawn
The [C]fragments of bone
[F]Beneath the white p[G]icket fences
Cue[Dm] the moral guidelines
To fi[C]t the current profitable t[F]rends
With all the f[G]eeling gone
Y[G]ou can barely call it art
The w[Dm]ild ones would never walk into the bullet
But[C] to fit the mold
We woul[F]d cut our hear[G]ts out
L[Dm]ead the cash cow t[C]o the slaughter
We[F] ache for somethi[G]ng real

[Verse 3: Juicy Karkass]
Th[Dm]e emptiness tempts me, I feel[C] paranoid
With mil[F]lions of noises, I still[G] hear its voice
Try [Dm]to numb it, avoid it, to[C] kill it or poison it
'Til[F]l it's destroyed but it still doesn't [G]fill up the voi[Dm]d
It a[C]lways feels like something's missing
But I[F] don't know what it is and I'm stuck in[G] this tunnel vision
Wh[Dm]ile there's millions of children s[C]till sick and hunger-stricken
I'm ju[F]st sitting back and waiting for these fuckin' dr[G]ugs to kick in
As th[Dm]e plot just thickens, the c[C]lock is ticking away
And th[F]e cost of living is raised but not the[G] minimum wage
Im so[Dm] sick of this basement I'v[C]e been sitting for days in
With [F]a loaded revolver and this abys[G]s that I gaze in
And t[Dm]he chasm gazing back is awful h[C]ard to distinguish
From the dar[F]kness once the spark inside my h[G]eart is extinguished
So I[Dm]'ll relinquish my convictions in the fa[C]ce of resistance, I m[F]ean
Dead or aliv[G]e, it really doesn't make any difference, it seems

[CHORUS]
I[Dm]t seems this realization's esoteric
Whe[C]n art's only about a profit
Wha[F]ts cheap to make and satisfies [G]the rotting mind
Whe[Dm]n partying and getting laid
B[C]ecome the first priorities
Unnotic[F]ed goes the cavalcade of tragedy
We[G]'re just waiting for the bomb

[CHORUS]
I[Dm]t seems this realization's esoteric
Whe[C]n art's only about a profit
Wha[F]ts cheap to make and satisfies [G]the rotting mind
Whe[Dm]n partying and getting laid
B[C]ecome the first priorities
Unnotic[F]ed goes the cavalcade of tragedy
We[G]'re just waiting for the bomb