Mgłaගේ Exercises In Futility I ගීතයට ගිටාර් කෝඩ්ස්

[Intro]
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C5

[Verse 1]
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C5
  The great truth is there isn't one
And it only gets worse since that conclusion
The irony of being an extension to nothing
And the force of inertia is now a vital factor

[Interlude (1)]
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G#5 | C5 | G#5 | G5 | D# | C5 
G#5 | F5 | C5  

[Verse 2]
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G#5 D#            C5                G#5
       And there is despair underneath   each and every action
C5                          G#5                  G5      D#
  Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness
C5               G#5                          F5
  Burning bridges   becomes a habit to support
C5                          G#5             D#
  And the front line expands   like there's no tomorrow

[Break]
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C5 | Gsus4 | C5 | Cm | C5 | C5 | C5 | Cm7 | C5 | Gsus4 | C5 | Cm | C5 | G7sus4 | C5 | Gsus4 
C5 | Gsus4 | C5 | Cm | C5 | C5 | C5 | Cm7 | C5 | Gsus4 | C5 | Cm | C5 | G7sus4 | C5 | Gsus4 
C5 Gsus4  C5  Cm C5 C5       C5  Cm7
        I envy          the maggots
C5 Gsus4      C5   Cm C5   G7sus4 C5         Gsus4
        Their stuff       at least  sticks together
C5 Gsus4          C5     Cm C5      C5       C5   Cm7
   Better than laudations       of misinformed seers
C5    Gsus4     C5      Cm      C5   G7sus4        C5       Gsus4
  And those are lengthy annals of shame      that we work with

[Pre-Сhorus (1)]
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C5          Gsus4        C5  Cm       C5   C5   C5  Cm7
  It's like dumping dead meat    at the brink  of Styx
C5       Gsus4         C5     Cm C5         G7sus4   C5       Gsus4
  With a barge that we made of       what was left  of Yggdrasil
C5      Gsus4       C5          Cm C5 C5     C5              Cm7
  After veterans of spiritual revolts     were done with their armchairs
C5 Gsus4    C5      Cm   C5    G7sus4      C5   Gsus4   C5
        And I don't even remember      which brink     is which

[Chorus (1)]
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G#5 | A#5 | C5  | G#5 
A#5 | C5  | G#5 | A#5 
C5  | G#5 | A#5 
C5                                      G#5
  The odour of sanctity is just refined stench of existence
A#5C5                               G#5                A#5
     Shining pearl of Augeas' crown pales in comparison

[Interlude (2)]
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C5 | G#5 | C5 | G#5 | G5 | D# 
C5 | G#5 | F5 | C5  

[Verse 3]
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G#5 D#            C5                G#5
       And there is despair underneath   each and every action
C5                          G#5                  G5      D#
  Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness
C5               G#5                          F5
  Burning bridges   becomes a habit to support
C5                          G#5             D#
  And the front line expands   like there's no tomorrow

[Pre-Сhorus (2)]
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C5 | Gsus4 | C5 | Cm | C5 | C5 | C5 | Cm7 | C5 | Gsus4 | C5 | Cm | C5 | G7sus4 | C5 | Gsus4 
C5 | Gsus4 | C5 | Cm | C5 | C5 | C5 | Cm7 | C5 | Gsus4 | C5 | Cm | C5 | G7sus4 | C5 | Gsus4 
C5 Gsus4         C5 Cm C5     C5       C5   Cm7 C5     Gsus4   C5       Cm C5    
   The  grotesque        eagles of misfortune,      well fed  on thanatos,       sit 
G7sus4 C5 Gsus4
still 
C5 Gsus4         C5     Cm C5 C5       C5  Cm7 C5 Gsus4 C5       Cm C5      G7sus4 
        It's the dignity        of scavengers               at the ever growing garbage
 C5  Gsus4   C5
 dump     of life

[Chorus (2)]
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G#5 | A#5 | C5 | G#5 
A#5
C5                                          G#5                            A#5
  There is something about the rigid posture   of a proper, authentic blind
C5                           G#5                     A#5    C5
  As if extended arms reached   to pass his blindness  onto others

[Outro]
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G#5 | F5 | C5 | G#5 | F5 | C5 
G#5 | F5 | C5 | G#5 | F5 | C5 
G#5 | F5 | C5 | G#5 | F5 | C5 
G#5 | F5 | C5 | G#5 | F5 | C5