Company of Thieves

Death Of Communication

Company of Thieves


Tom: C#m

E                                                         A
Honestly my honesty was always what I gave for taking your bread
E                                                         A
I never thought you would have hung it high above as you did over my head

E                                                         A
Ever since you came into my life I always felt a little misled
E                                                         A                  E
I tried to read the signs tried to stay in the lines but shapes were always changing

[Pre-Chorus]
G#
Almost fooled me when you said just

[Chorus]
A       E       F#m
Sell your soul for someone's goal
A       E       F#m
Maybe then you'll have a friend
A       E       F#m
Sell your soul to be controlled
A       E       F#m
Maybe then you'll have a friend

[Verse]
E                                                         A
Everything we'll ever need is deep inside of our limitless beings
E                                                         A                  E
We struggle and we fight 'cause it feels good to wonder why our lives are happening

[Pre-Chorus]
G#
Almost fooled me when you said just

[Chorus]
A       E       F#m
Sell your soul for someone's goal
A       E       F#m
Maybe then you'll have a friend
A       E       F#m
Go on sell your soul to be controlled
A       E       F#m
Maybe then you'll have a friend

[Bridge]
G#               A      G#          A     F#m
Hidden in your history written in your memory
E
Oh you didn't know it's
G#               A      G#          A     F#m                
Hid in your history writ in your memory- 
E
say you don't know it

[Chorus]
A       E       F#m
Sell your soul for someone's goal
A       E       F#m
Maybe then you'll have a friend
A       E       F#m
Go on sell your soul to be controlled
A       E       F#m
Maybe then you'll have a friend

[Outro]
A       E       F#m
In the death of
A       E       F#m
the death of
A       E       F#m
the death of communication