C F G
It’s best this mess is part of the plan
C F G
The truth is moving under the ground
Am G F Dm
You’re sure the steering wheel is resting in your hands
C F G
C F G
Tough to say
[Verse 2]
C F G
You think success belongs to the bank
C F G
You take directions into the skin
Am G F Dm A
An ancient motor revving up to keep it living on
[Chorus]
Dm A
Strings tied to the hands
C G
Hands upon a mouth
Dm A
Strings tied to the hands
C G
Hands upon a mouth
Dm A
Strings tied to the hands
C G
Hands upon a mouth
N.C.
Sneaky ways, sneaky ways
[Verse 3]
C F G
The path is written before the act
C F G
A mode of growing seems like a choice
Am G F Dm C F G
It feels like progress is a product of a hidden game
C F G
What obeys
[Verse 4]
C F G
You measure hits by stuff in the house
C F G
It’s more sincerely smiles on the face
Am G F Dm A
The instinct leads you if you do or if you don’t want
[Chorus]
Dm A
Tackle on a neck
C G
Trapped within the ring
Dm A
Tackle on a neck
C G
Trapped within the ring
Dm A
Tackle on a neck
C G
Trapped within the ring
[Outro]
C F G
Tough to say
C F G
What obeys
C F G
Sneaky ways
C F G C
Sneaky ways
