Marchen

This one is fully written and I’m including the guitar chords. I’m working slowly on an actual recording of it but am running into some difficulties. While I am able to write okay with a guitar I really struggle to play effectively (only three fingers — including my thumb — on my fret hand work correctly, and a compound fracture shattered the bones in my left wrist). That said, here you go.

B add11/F#
A/E
G6/D
E/B
AMaj sus 7 (omit 5th)
E/B
D Sus 4
E Sus 4
E/B
AMaj sus 7 (omit 5th)
E/B
B add11/F#

Make believe in fairytales
games of charades
lies, sighs, and fables
on a friendship drive
a personality crusade to surpass

You tend to depress
from one face to another
all looks whole but one is apart
sitting small
and frightened the real you
sitting small
and frightened the real dreamer

Accepting life under glass eyes
telling yourself
that it keeps you safe
but you know, the spies are watching you
but you know
it ain’t for your protection

You tend to fold for
his paranoia
all looks whole but one is apart
sitting small
and frightened the real you
sitting small
and frightened the real dreamer

Make believe in fairytales
games of charades
lies, spies, and fables
under watchful eyes
a personality hidden away

You tend to lie
as you hide who you are
all looks whole but one is apart
sitting small
and frightened the real you
sitting small
and frightened the real dreamer

Make believe in fairytales
games of despair
subsuming yourself
on a mirror drive
to convince that you are real
on a mirror drive to hide
the real dreamer

Won’t you stand tall
And steadfast the real you
Won’t you stand tall
And steadfast the true belonger
Won’t you stand tall
After all these years
Won’t you stand tall
And steadfast
The true belonger

Wealth

Psychopaths and CEOs
priests and politicians
liars wars for profit cause
this is the situation
people dying in the street
freezing in winter’s cold
they could all be easy saved
if we gave a fuck

I’m calling down the red flag song
eight billion of us losing but not for long
we’re setting up the guillotines
we’re coming for revenge
we’re sick to fuck of you telling us our ends

Sociopathic businessman
with fancy clothes and house
stripping people of their cash
and taking food from mouths
he ain’t ever cared
if you had enough to eat
he ain’t never worried
about where you might sleep

I’m calling down the red flag song
eight billion of us losing but not for long
we’re setting up the guillotines
we’re coming for revenge
we’re sick to fuck of you telling us our ends

Song 0.3

I’m drowning in the rain
Your weather takes its toll
There are people out there who are not me
And they’re bringing back reality
And this coat I’m hiding in
Has room for both of us inside
So don’t stand there in the storm
Nobody wants to be a broken soul

And I’m drowning
And I’m trying not to get you wet
And I’m inundated, suffocated, consecrated
By the sound of your tears
By the touch of your hand
By the grief of the only heart I can ever kiss
And the words of love from your lips

I’m swimming through the storm
I’m sinking like a stone
I feel the eyes of the world ignoring me
They don’t care if I stay or go
And the captain lied about this ship
But the lifeboats are still here
So hold my hand if we’re overwhelmed
Let me take all of your fear

And I’m drowning
And I’m trying not to get you wet
And I’m inundated, suffocated, consecrated
By the sound of your tears
By the touch of your hand
By the grief of the only heart I can ever kiss
And the words of love from your lips