The Flatlands chords

[INTRO]
[Am] [E] [E] [Am]
[Dm] [C] [E] [Am]

[VERSE 1]
[Am]I swear my eyes are rotting out the back of my head
[E] Jaw's locked open, I'm chained to a mattress
Anxiety is tearin' at the flesh around my quivering[Am] limbs
[Am]Finger on the trigger and a bullet in the gun
To [E]contemplate the exit's only half of the fun

I'm fucking sick of this body
Lets burn it and start over [Am]new

[Am] [E] [E] [Am]
[Dm] [C] [E] [Am]
[Am] [E] [Am]

[VERSE 2]
I'm the [Am]deafening silence

That trails the bad news
I'm a [E]drunk and a fuck up with nothing to lose

I'm a skeleton covered in scar covered skin
In your [Am]closet
Like a [Am]car crash that steals all the ones that you love
[E] Or a missile thats whistling lullabies from up above
I've been [E]staring at the television
Trying to envision what your [Am]head would look like on a stake

[CHORUS]
We're all just[C] screaming along[E]
To this [Am]broken record [F]still
[C] And i just can't [E]take this any[Am]more
When [C]every day's a [E]photocopy [Am]of the day be[F]fore
One day you'll [C]die and all you'll [E]leave behinds a [Am]corpse

[Verse 3] x3
My [Am]lungs are collapsing anxieties cracking
My [E]heart into shards that will lodge in my chest
[E]Breathing but barely I'm fighting I'm gasping
For [Am]air now I'm not sure theres any hope left

[CHORUS]
We're all just[C] screaming along[E]
To this [Am]broken record [F]still
[C] And I just can't [E]take this any[Am]more
When [C]every day's a [E]photocopy [Am]of the day be[F]fore
One day you'll [C]die and all you'll [E]leave behinds a [Am]corpse

[Am] [Dm] [B] [A#] [A] [Am]
[Am] [Dm] [B] [A#] [A] [Am]

[VERSE 4]
[Am]Soon the earth the sun and the dark [E]rift will all align
To bring the oceans crashing on to [Am]land with rising tide
When there's plague and famine ravaging a[E]cross the war torn land
Are you still so high and mighty when there's [Am]nothing in your hands?

[VERSE 5]
[Dm] Soon these [C]scars will fade a[E]way like all the [Am]rest
[F] I need your bullshit like a [E]bullet in my [Am]chest
All your [Dm]problems are so [C]trivial of your[E]self you are so [Am]full
When the [Dm]end is growing near
And we're all [C]trading off our souls
If you [E]cower on your knees I'll put a [Am]bullet in your skull

[CHORUS]
We're all just[C] screaming along[E]
To this [Am]broken record [F]still
[C] And I just can't [E]take this any[Am]more
When [C]every days a [E]photocopy [Am]of the day be[F]fore
One day you'll [C]die and all you'll [E]leave behinds a [Am]corpse

[OUTRO]
[Am] [E] [E] [Am]
[Dm] [C] [E] [Am]
[Am] [E] [Am]