Tom: Em
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[Verse 1]
B B
What is this thing I see, this silly little thing called me,
C G
this skin, this hair, this flesh, this brain, this pain, this mess?
B B
What's life? A game that we just play with two plain dice?
C G
When the shell dies, does the soul fly? Hellfire, does the flame fry?
B B
Is this the audition, brief intermission for something much grander,
C G
get a bigger piece of pie, great show in the sky or is that just propaganda?
B
That they telling me, selling me sold with evidence,
B
but intelligence, slowers development.
C
We that think that we know we are not reverent
G
but we don't even yet know if we're relevant
[Chorus]
B B
One more pause, one more breath, one more pause, one more breath.
C G
Is this all that there is? If it is, I wish I could give
B B
one more pause, one more breath. We could never know, if we're ever next.
C G
Everytime I think I know, I stop and ask myself.
[Verse 2]
B B
What is this thing I see, this silly little thing called we
C G
this brain, this pain, this flesh, these trains, these planes, what's next?
B B
Yes, we're gonna beget technology but the majority, escaping poverty.
C G
No, I don't think that we can 'cause we still think that we got the plan.
B
And by judging a man by just what's in his hands
B
or his land, or his tan and just cause, we can
C G
pause, take a breath, realise that none of us know what is next.
B
See your code of address or the code of your dress.
B
We all still use that same hole for our breath.
C
Playing the game but there's never a Ref
G
and you can't take it with you if ever you left
[Chorus]
B B
One more pause, one more breath, one more pause, one more breath.
C G
Is this all that there is? If it is, I wish I could give
B B
one more pause, one more breath. We could never know, if we're ever next.
C G
Everytime I think I know, I stop and ask myself.
[Interlude]
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[Verse 3]
B B
What is this thing I see? Who could ever know, what we're gonna be?
C G
Are we elevating our meditation, not detonating through self-preservation?
B B
Generation television's raising. Yet we're complaining about how they're behaving.
C
Washing our hands or just bathing with satan,
G
yet with all that said, that's just what you make it.
B B
Pause, take what is naturally given because actually there is no tax on our living.
C G
It's a fact though it's naturally hidden like I'm just an actual assassin on riddem.
B B
The adrenaline, we're rememberin' our December is cold as it's ever been.
C
Fighting our best but the victory we revel in,
G
fighting our brethren, how could we ever win?
[Chorus]
B B
One more pause, one more breath, one more pause, one more breath.
C G
Is this all that there is? If it is, I wish I could give
B B
one more pause, one more breath. We could never know, if we're ever next.
C G
Everytime I think I know, I stop and ask myself.
[Outro]
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