Weltschmerz

D D C Em7 D Please let me introduce myself I'm simply a man of our time C D Confused and bewildered I seem to live without reason nor rhyme C D Betrayed by a system I'd given up trying to change C D Let me tell you now for nothing, I'm back in the game C G D I've gorged on the knowledge feasted on the digital feed C G D I've discerned through my wisdom that all cannot be believed C D I've reached the conclusion that we have all been deceived C D And that our freedoms and democracy are not what they seem D# Cm D D# Cm D D# Cm Weltschmerz, weltschmerz, weltschmerz C Em7 D I am a grey bearded warrior, a poet of no mean acclaim C Em7 D My words are my weapons that I proffer with disdain C Em7 D My melancholy aspect is something you can't disregard C E D My motives you cannot question nor my strong sense of right and wrong G D# I've formed the opinion that things can't stay as they are G D# My anger and my fury trapped like a wasp in a jar G D# G It's never too late to make a brave new start D D# When the revolution is called I will play my part Cm D D# Cm D D# Cm D Weltschmerz, weltschmerz, weltschmerz D There was a time my moral compass was spinning out of control G D I retired from the barricades, dug myself a very deep hole D I came to in a country I once considered a home D That has been lost to the scoundrels G D And the rogues and a circus of clowns D C Em7 D The heavens roll thunder, I raise my face to the rain C Em7 D With my feet in cold ashes of all that remains C Em7 D If we'd listened to the children and heeded their call C G D Risen to the challenge at an earlier bell G The fight isn't over, this war still has to be won D# On an unlevel playing field the conflicts rage on G Stand up to be counted, stand up to be heard D Stand up at the barricades stand up for your world Cm D D#m Cm D D#m D Cm D D#m Cm Weltschmerz – the homeless and starving D D#m Cm Weltschmerz – the bombed and the burnt D D#m Cm Weltschmerz – the poor and the lonely D D#m Cm Weltschmerz – the forgotten and spurned D D#m Cm The shells of cathedrals, the smouldering grass D D#m Cm The plum dark tornadoes, fluttering flags D D#m Cm The queues at the foodbanks, the raging typhoons D D#m Cm The gangs on the corner, the shadows that groom D D#m Cm The fading of dahlias, the forests of fire D D#m Cm The walls in the desert D The rapture is near