Intro:
(nc)
I knew one day I'd have to watch powerful men burn the world down

I just didn't expect them to be such losers

Verse:
      E 
I have never seen submission embodied half so well
          Dbm
as in the feeble competition between men with souls to sell.
         A
And I've never seen a guard dog with less fearsome of a bite
             Am
than with its tail between its legs found at the rich man's side.


E 
Look at him! He's sweating. He's sweating from the climb.
       Dbm
Office worker, soldier, CEO, he's bleeding and he's blind.
           A
And I have never seen a creature more pitiful than him.
           Am
He drinks "power" like saltwater all because he cannot swim.

Chorus:
Dbm                        A
Mouths open, servants of a higher power.
E                                Abm
They told him "It's a staircase, it's a tower!".
A                              Dbm
Full circle, wagging tails, wearing a collar.
E                                         A
Poor madman, that's what happens when you drink saltwater.

Verse:
E 
Burned your tongue too early and realized too late
     Dbm
The tragedy of losing everything you'll never taste
      A
The clearness of the river, the honey on her tongue
     Am
Door opened to communion, being your father's son


    E 
And I would not expect you to witness what we know
    Dbm
The songs sung in the dark times, the fire in the snow,
         A
We'll be piling up our pyre, and you defend your lords
    Am
And we will have our joy but it will never be yours.

Chorus:
Dbm                        A
Mouths open, servants of a higher power.
E                                Abm
They told him "It's a staircase, it's a tower!".
A                              Dbm
Full circle, wagging tails, wearing a collar.
E                         A
Even the dogs know not to drink saltwater.

Bridge:
E                                     Dbm
Good boy! You're working exactly as intended.
                                         A
Has the penny dropped you're never gonna get it.
                             E 
Unrewarded for all of your defending
          B
From your loneliness epidemic.
E                                       Dbm
Good boy! Has any of the money trickled down yet?
                                              A
You say one day you'll be rich? Well, tell me how, then.
                                    E 
Unpaid marketing department for the power.
     B         Dbm
Good boy! Good boy!
 A
Boy
     E 
Good boy!
     B
Good boy!

Chorus:
Dbm                        A
Mouths open, servants of a higher power.
E                                Abm
They told him "It's a staircase, it's a tower!".
A                              Dbm
Full circle, wagging tails, wearing a collar.
E                         A
Even the dogs know not to drink saltwater.
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