The Junk chords by Deesense

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Verse 1
F 
Fm 
I  want to learn to envisage
C 
F 
Fm 
So  -called reality with my heart
C 
I'd put two fists up to a
world of polarity
Em 
Imprisoned popularity
C 
Cause the brain's cut in two
Em 
Wanna feel one with no two
B 
System
Meditation must be the key
D#m 
To return to the state of consciousness
B 
Now we only dream
D#m 
In distortion
B 
C 
On this planet you cannot
believe what you see
Em 
Let my heart speak free
C 
Words she said to me
Em 
B 
Now it's a lazapine, cetraline
and valproic acid
D#m 
All the substances used to
B 
make me feel nothing
Staring at the way she was
through the TV
D#m 
Though it    seemed much better
Fm 
C 
than a fragment of a  human
B 
Fm 
Em 
Being abused or born without a seed
can never be clean
C 
You're a nutter
Em 
Put you in asylum or in your bedroom
Leave you on your own,
B 
now you're alone
Now you're a loner
D#m 
Government don't want to know ya
Mum and dad are long gone
B 
be fore you were born
You obsess, you're introverted
D#m 
Don't know how to communicate
Em 
With frozen eyes and a
B 
gung -ho es sence
Em 
B 
Hearing voices from strange figures
D#m 
Now you're in the system
Spark in your eyes are barely
glistening
A# 
You're fading fast in
Em 
B 
to non -existence
Em 
B 
You guess the war could still be won
D#m 
Keeping your enemies closer,
time for your dose of
B 
Oxygen, the pain spread to
your brain and body.
Your crazy mind thought
you could win.
B 
Another part of you's caved in.
C 
B 
Pickleberry dirty fingers
Em 
are what you've learned
on your journey.
C 
Em 
Send you to, in and out.
Treating you like a machine,
B 
D#m 
Drugging you to make you clean.
A beautiful mind, raped,
B 
But told you're a liar.
D#m 
When the gong goes off,
B 
it reminds us just who's lost.
C 
Em 
Killing, spreading,
what a mess with the afterlife,
fuck the beginning
C 
It's like we pleasure the pain
B 
Em 
when it hits on the human psyche
B 
The only feeling that brings home truth
D#m 
is what a loss of calamity
B 
This is for the so -called loopies,
the loony tune, just for you
D#m 
You see what we don't,
Em 
B 
some of you are just loopy loops
Em 
B 
Affected by the atmosphere's gunk,
Em 
B 
Em 
D 
falling fast, diagnosed with a  junk