F#m C5
You come in cold
Bm
You're covered in blood
Am
They're all so happy you've arrived.
F#m C5 Bm
The doctor cuts your cord he hands you to your mum
Am
She sets you free into this life
F#m C5
And where do you go
Bm
With no destination
Am
No maps to guide you
F#m C5 B5
Wouldn't you know that it doesn't matter
Am E
We all end up the same.
Bm C#5 F#m E
These are the chronicles of life and death and everything between
Bm C#5 F#m E
These are the stories of our lives as fictional as they may seem.
Bm C#5 F#m E
You come in this world, and you go out just the same.
Bm C#5 F#m
Today could be the best day of your life.
F#m C5 Bm
And money talks in this world,
Am
Thats what idiots will say
F#m C5 Bm
But you'll find out that this world,
Am
Is just an idiots parade
F#5 C5 Bm Am
Before you go, you've got some questions, and you want answers.
F#m C5 Bm Am
But now you're old, cold covered in blood, right back to where you
E
Started from.
Bm C#5 F#m E
These are the chronicles of life and death and everything between
Bm C#5 F#m E
These are the stories of our lives as fictional as they may seem.
Bm C#5 F#m E
You come in this world, and you go out just the same.
Bm C#5 F#m
Today could be the worst day of your life.
Interlude
E Bm C#5
Of your life
F#m E Bm C#5
Its your life
(Muted) until * * = strum
Bm C#5 F#m E
These are the chronicles of life and death and everything between
Bm C#5 F#m n.c * E
These are the stories of our lives as fictional as they may seem.
Bm C#5 F#m E
You come in this world, and you go out just the same.
Bm C#5
Today could be the best day of,
Bm C#5
Today could be the worst day of,
Bm C#5 F#m
Today could be the last day of your life,
C5 Bm
it's your life,
C#5 F#m
your life.