The Storm

G C G C G D G C G C D G Am Making a living has a way of killing men D Em C G The lungs keep breathing but the soul suffocates within G Am There is nothing new under the sun, it's all the same D Em C G Need a revival 'cause survival's a losing game G C Am D Am I fighting the good fight? Am I on the run? Bm C Am D C Am I chasing vanity, or doing what needs to be done? G C G A man must always have something to conquer C G D A woman to fight for, a war to be waged G C G We are born for the storm, to risk all and rebel C G D G To live hard and die well is why we were made C G C G D G Am I've seen an evil that overcomes us all D Em C G The backs of good and wicked men are both against the wall G Am What then shall we do when we are destined for the dust? D Em C G Dig our feet into the earth and roll them sleeves up Bm G C Am D No matter our station, wages, or trade Bm G C Am D C Our labour is loving, it's a worthy way to spend all our days G C G A man must always have something to conquer C G D A woman to fight for, a war to be waged G C G We are born for the storm, to risk all and rebel C G D G To live hard and die well is why we were made C G C G D G C G C G D G Am This life's a vapour that quickly escapes D A Am G My love, my hate, my memory will soon be erased Am So let's breathe in this vapour and drink this sea dry D Em C G Do and dare greatly 'til our last day arrives G C Am D G C Am D C G C G A man must always have something to conquer C G D A woman to fight for, a war to be waged G C G We are born for the storm, to risk all and rebel C G D G To live hard and die well is why we were made C G C G D G C G C G D G