Biografia:
Dishonored is a hardcore band from Buffalo, New York.
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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
*= Single Strum
Em* G*
Why are we so f*ucked up
D* C*
Even heavens gates have shut
Em* G*
Angels turn in shame
D* Am* G*
Knowing all they want is fame (Fame)
Em G
What happened to that day
D C
when sacrifice brought surprise
Em* D* D*
Now... every day
(Solo)
(Chorus)
G Em
Rest in peace to those who lost
D Em
in this unjust game we call life
C Am Em
for you who suffer with reticule and strife
D Em C
I hope you realize were anything but safe
Em G
In this place we call our home
D Em*
Hope you know were not alone
C*
were not alone
Em G
every time we step out
D C*
we take the risk of taking the last breath
Em D Am
unpredictable, tragedies, growing old
C*
but never free
(Break Down)
Em*
As time trickles down
C*
the jagged glass edge
D*
of our crooked cold past
Em*
thoughts rattle in my head
G*
were all just shot down angels
Em*
and some will never live
G*
to push on healing
C*
repair the broken seams
Em*
and taste the golden dreams
D*
in our fathers eye
Em* D* Em*
But we've all got to die...die
G D Em
But.. Im moving On....On...On
(Chorus) Then end song.
Em* G*
Why are we so f*ucked up
D* C*
Even heavens gates have shut
Em* G*
Angels turn in shame
D* Am* G*
Knowing all they want is fame (Fame)
Em G
What happened to that day
D C
when sacrifice brought surprise
Em* D* D*
Now... every day
(Solo)
(Chorus)
G Em
Rest in peace to those who lost
D Em
in this unjust game we call life
C Am Em
for you who suffer with reticule and strife
D Em C
I hope you realize were anything but safe
Em G
In this place we call our home
D Em*
Hope you know were not alone
C*
were not alone
Em G
every time we step out
D C*
we take the risk of taking the last breath
Em D Am
unpredictable, tragedies, growing old
C*
but never free
(Break Down)
Em*
As time trickles down
C*
the jagged glass edge
D*
of our crooked cold past
Em*
thoughts rattle in my head
G*
were all just shot down angels
Em*
and some will never live
G*
to push on healing
C*
repair the broken seams
Em*
and taste the golden dreams
D*
in our fathers eye
Em* D* Em*
But we've all got to die...die
G D Em
But.. Im moving On....On...On
(Chorus) Then end song.
Diss God
DISSY
Distant Cousins (...)
Distemper
Distorsion