Ouroboros chords and lyrics - NOVELISTS FR AND NOVELISTS

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[Intro 1]
[C][C5][C][Db][Fm]
[C]
It's [C5]getting [C]harder [C5]to breathe,

[Verse 1]
harder to [C]feel free.
[Db]It's getting tougher to write,
tougher to [C]feel things.
[C5]It's getting harde[C]r to l[C5]ive,
harder to [C]pay bills,
[Db]hard to feel [Fm]alive.[Db][C]
[C5]It's getting harder to breathe,
harder to feel free.
[Db]It's getting tougher to write,
tougher to [C]feel [C5]things.
I need help.
I feel sick of [Db]taking these pills.
Life must be sweet [Fm]once we're
[Db]fuck[C]ing [Db]dead.[C]..
[C5]Yeah[C]
[C5]Once that we're [C]dead.[C5][C][Db]
[C][Db][C][C5][C][Fm]
[Ab]Sometimes I drown [C]in the sound,
[C5][Db][Em]
like [Fm]trying to [Ab]find the [C5]silence.
[C](The si[Db]lence!)[Fm]
Lost in [Ab]the noise [C5]of th[C]is wo[C5]rld,[Db]
[Em]show [Fm]me th[Ab]e wa[C5]y
[C]through the dark[Db] nes[Fm]s.[C]
I [C5]got [C]ta pay, pay for [Db]a daydream.
[C]Look at my soul,
[C5]trapped with the baili[C]ffs.[Db]
I [C5]might [C]die, starving to [Db]death,
bit[C]ing my own [C5]tail [C]again and again.
[C5]I ca[C]n't he[C5]ar myself th[C]ink.
[Db]This fucki[C5]ng room must be talking
[C]'cause I can hear it.
I [C5]see me kissing death
between these [C]walls.
[Db]Life must [C5]be sweet, yeah,
[C]life must be sweet on the oth[Fm]er sid[C]e.[C5][C]
[C5][C][C5][C][C5]
[C][C5][C][C5][C][C5]
[Em]I don't wanna pay for [Eb5]a fucking
life [Db]that I don't [C]want.[C5]
Be[C]cause the [C5]rich get [C]fat,
while the [C5]brave man die.
That ain't a [C]lie.
It's [Em]sad to say but [Eb5]that's how
[Db]the world fucking [C]runs.
[C5]No,[C][C5][C][C5][C][C5][C]
this is [Db]not for [Ab]the money.
[Db]Put your d[C]oubts aside.
[C5]Music [C]is not a[Em]bout[C] filli[Db]ng
[Em]a fucking bankaccount.
That's [C]what they [Db]want,[Ab]
not [C]what we fucking wanted.
[C5]It m[C]akes me sick,
[Db]sick of [C]seeing motherfuckers ruling
the [C5]world [C]whereas it [Db]burns.
[Em]Sick [C]of living [Ab]in a [C]world that I don't understand.
[C5]Amon[C]gst the [Db]wolve[Fm]s.
Sometimes [Ab]I drown in[C] the[Db] sound,
[E5]like [Em]tryin[Fm]g to find[Ab]
the [C5]silence.
[C](The si[Db] lenc[Fm]e!)
Lost in [Ab]the noise [C5]of this world,
[Db][C][Em]
[Fm]show [Ab]me th[C5]e way through
[C]the dark[Db] nes[Fm]s.[Db]
If I'm a basket case,
this casket [C]will welcome [Db]me with open arms
[C]lik[Db]e an old frind of mine.
Just like an old friend of [C]mine.
[C5]Oh, [C]I ne[C5]ed a[C] room[Db]
[C]to bre[C5]athe.[C]
No, I can't go [Db]on like t[C]his.
It's getting harder [C5]to breathe,
[C]harder to feel free.
[Db]It's getting tougher to write,
tougher [C]to feel things.
I need help.
I feel sick of [Db]taking these pills.
[C]Life must be sweet once we're [Db]dead...
[C]
[Fm][C][Db]
[C][C][Db]
[Db]
FUCK!
Hell is full, don't you see?
Hell is full and we're
dragged into the depths.
Oh shit... Heaven don't exist.
We dance between the devils hands.