E7       Am
Hey my friend
           E7                            G
I've been tripping on those things again
 E7       Am
Hey my friend
            E7                         G
I've been thinking about that cruel world again
           Dm                         Am
I've been seeing the real side in my head
      G
My friend

     Am         Em       G
I'm trying to drown the sickness
      C                 Em
In an open sea of fake happiness
      Am
My friend
        Am          C           F
My calloused heart just can't stand
             G
But I'm not giving up
         G            Am
I'm not giving (giving) up

     Em        Am    Am
Hey you from above
     Em            Am
We, tinies have a heart

( G  Am  G )

     Em        Am    Am
Hey you from above
   Em                 Am
We only want respect nothing more
 Em       Am
Nothing more
 Em        Am
You from above

    Am         Em       G
I'm trying to drown the sickness
      C                 Em
In an open sea of fake happiness
      Am
My friend
        Am          C           F
My calloused heart just can't stand
             G
But I'm not giving up
         G            Am
I'm not giving (giving) up

( Am  C  Bb  Dm  C )

  Bb                         Dm
Tripping on these things again makes my blood
C
    Run cold
  Bb                         Dm
Tripping on the blood again
                C
Blooded paws were leading my way
     Bb      Dm               C
I remember trying to find the     body
         Bb   Dm               C
Hopping no innocent souls were    slayed
     Bb         Dm              C
The violence, we don't have to live
     Bb  Dm  C
With it

( Bb  Dm  C )


      Bb     Dm                C
The world's favorite word is “kill” and kill and kill and kill
      Bb     Dm                C
The world's favorite play is “kill” and kill and kill and kill
      Bb     Dm                     C
The world's favorite state is being ill, and ill, and ill, and ill

( Bb  Dm  C )