Alternative version: transposer five half steps down (-5).
Intro -x2-: D Bm G Bm
Verse 1:
D Bm
I'm setting pen to paper again
G
Lost my sense of home
Bm
from the words that I've said
D Bm
But the thoughts have begun to ferment in my head
G
and content manifests
Bm
Don't feel good enough for them
D Bm
So I try and transcend my ego
but don't we know?
G Dsus4
It will never work
D Bm
Maybe I'll just descend to dirt
G Dsus4
Flirt with becoming food for worms
Chorus:
D
Would anyone listen to this?
Bm
The ramblings of a lunatic
G
My mind does play an awful trick
Bm
The ramblings of a lunatic
D
Would anyone listen to this?
Bm
I'm running from my emptiness
G
My brain is tired, my stomach's sick
Bm
The ramblings of a lunatic
Verse 2:
D Bm
Why has constructing sentences become like pulling teeth?
G
Wiping dental records clean
Bm
Is the carcass even me?
D
Is this catharsis?
Bm G
Therapeutic plunge to darkness?
Bm D
Or elaborating upon my mediocrity?
Bm
Maybe this is a result of me finally accepting
G
that I'll be alone forever,
Bm
that I deserve forgetting
D
It's a pointless endeavor
Bm
and maybe it's upsetting
G Bm
but I've never felt more comfortable in the concept of things ending
Chorus:
D
Would anyone listen to this?
Bm
The ramblings of a lunatic
G
My mind does play an awful trick
Bm
The ramblings of a lunatic
D
Would anyone listen to this?
Bm
I'm running from my emptiness
G
My brain is tired, my stomach's sick
Bm
The ramblings of a lunatic
Interlude -x2-: D Bm G Bm
Verse 3:
D Bm G Bm
Maybe this writer's block that I've been perceiving is to stop me diving deeply into my internal being
D Bm
Falling into darkness below my surface tension,
G
emotional suppression,
Bm
my coping mechanism
D Bm
Cause all my friends are dying, some faster than the others
G
Lungs filling up with fluid
Bm
Place face under the covers
D Bm
All my friends are dying, some faster than the others
G Bm
I'm trying to distract myself from the fears but I've discovered
Chorus:
D
Would anyone listen to this?
Bm
The ramblings of a lunatic
G
My mind does play an awful trick
Bm
The ramblings of a lunatic
D
Would anyone listen to this?
Bm
I'm running from my emptiness
G
My brain is tired, my stomach's sick
Bm
The ramblings of a lunatic
Chorus:
D
Would anyone listen to this?
Bm
The ramblings of a lunatic
G
My mind does play an awful trick
Bm
The ramblings of a lunatic
D
Would anyone listen to this?
Bm
I'm running from my emptiness
G
My brain is tired, my stomach's sick
Bm
The ramblings of a lunatic
