All The World Is Mad

Thrice

Tom: D#

Am
We are saints made of plaster, our laughter is canned
       Cm
We are demons that hide in the mirror
        Am
But the blood on our hands
                              Cm        Eb5
Paints a picture exceedingly clear

E7     Am
We are brimming with cumbersome, murderous greed
      Cm
And malevolence deep and profound.
Am
We do unspeakable deeds
                             Cm
Does our wickedness know any bounds?

Eb     E7      Am    G    Dm7
Something's gone terribly wrong
        E7 Am
With everyone
Em      G        Dm
All the world is mad
    E7   Am          G     Dm7
Darkness brings terrible things
        E7 Am
The sun is gone
Em   G  Dm                  E7 Am     Cm    Am    Cm
What vanity! Our sad, wretched fires

(like the beginning)
We can't medicate man to perfection again
We can't legislate peace in our hearts
We can't educate sin from our souls
It's been there from the start

But the blind lead the blind into bottomless pits
Still we smile and deny that were cursed
But of all our iniquities
Ignorance may be the worst

Something's gone terribly wrong
With everyone
All the world is mad
Darkness brings terrible things
The sun is gone                   Am   Fm  Am  Fm
What vanity! Our sad, wretched fires

Am              G  Fm
Oh little light we have!
               G  Am
It only serves to show
        Em7             Gsus4
The snares and seeds of wrath
          Ab                  Am
We have already sewn on every path

Am                   G    Dm7
Something's gone terribly wrong
      E7 Am
With everyone
Em        G      Dm
All the world is mad
    E7   Am          G     Dm7
Darkness brings terrible things
        E7 Am
The sun is gone
Em     G  Dm              E7      Am   Am    Ab7
What vanity! Our sad, wretched fires