All The World Is Mad

all the world is mad thrice ( dickens254 ) Am we are saints made of plaster , our laughter is canned Cm we are demons that hide in the mirror Am but the blood on our hands Cm D#5 paints a picture exceedingly clear E7 Am we are brimming with cumbersome , murderous greed Cm and malevolence deep and profound . Am we do unspeakable deeds Cm does our wickedness know any bounds? D# E7 Am G Dm7 something’s gone terribly wrong E7 Am with everyone Em G Dm all the world is mad E7 Am G Dm7 darkness brings terrible things E7 Am the sun is gone Em G Dm E7 Am Cm Am Cm what vanity! our sad , wretched fires ( like the beginning ) we can’t medicate man to perfection again we can’t legislate peace in our hearts we can’t educate sin from our souls it’s been there from the start but the blind lead the blind into bottomless pits still we smile and deny that were cursed but of all our iniquities ignorance may be the worst something’s gone terribly wrong with everyone all the world is mad darkness brings terrible things the sun is gone Am Fm Am Fm what vanity! our sad , wretched fires Am G Fm oh little light we have! G Am it only serves to show Em7 Gsus4 the snares and seeds of wrath G# Am we have already sewn on every path Am G Dm7 something’s gone terribly wrong E7 Am with everyone Em G Dm all the world is mad E7 Am G Dm7 darkness brings terrible things E7 Am the sun is gone Em G Dm E7 Am Am G#7 what vanity! our sad , wretched fires