Capo 1 

 
 
Verse:
Bm                              G 
Remember how it all began, the apple and the fall of man 
     D                     A 
The price we paid,so the people say 
Bm                               G 
Down a path of shame it lead us, dared to bite the hand that fed us 
    D                         A                                   Bm 
The fairy tale. The moral end. The wheel of fortune never turns again  
 
 

[Refrão]

Bm  G   D   Bm (2x) 
(Never turns again) 
 
 
Verse:
     Bm                                   G 
The worst of it has come and gone in the chaos of millennium 
      D                   A 
In the falling out of the doomsday crowd 
     Bm                              A  G 
Their last retreat is moving slow, they burn their bridges as they go 
     D                                   A                     Bm 
The heretic is beatified, he'll teach the harlot's child to smile  
 
 

[Refrão]

Bm  G   D   Bm (2x) 
(Never turns again) 
 
 
Verse:
Bm                            G        
Wracked again by indecision, should we make that small incision 
D                        A 
Testify to the bleeding heart inside?  
   Bm                                          G 
We cut, we scratched, we rent, we slashed and when he opened up at last 
        D                               A           
Found a cul-de-sac deep and black of smoke and ash 
 
 
==Chorus== 
Bm  G   D   Bm (2x) 
(Deep and black, smoke and ash) 
 
 
Verse: 
Bm                                   G 
The wicked king of parody is kissing all his enemies 
        D                  A 
On the seventh day of the seventh week 
    Bm                                 G 
The tyrant's voice is softer now, but just for one forgiving hour 
   D                  A 
Before the rise of his iron fist again  
 
 
i>Chorus
Bm  G   D   Bm (2x) 
(Fist again) 
 
 
InstrumentalF#m   D   F#m   D   F#m   D   A 
 
 
Verse:
     Bm                                  G 
I've come tonight, I've come to know the way we are the way we'll go 
       D                               A 
Come to measure this the width of the wide abyss  
   Bm                                  G 
I come to you in restless sleep where all your dreams turn bitter-sweet 
     D                             A 
With voodoo doll philosophies and day-glo holy trinities  
      Bm                                G 
The crooked raft that leaves the shore ferries drunken souls aboard 
D                               A 
Pilgrims march to Compestela visions of their saint in yellow  
  Bm                        G 
All follow deep in trance, lost in a catatonic dance 
D                                A                     F#m       D 
Know no future, damn the past, blind, warm, ecstatic, safe at last... 
 
 

Outro: F#m   D   (8x)