Am             C
These are only words
    Am            Em
And artificial tones
Am                                Am
We're just skin-and-bones playing telephone with things
         Em            G
Probably never said at all
     Am                      Em
This world is stitched with schemes
Em                           G
Where once, there was reality
     Am                            F          F
It's hard to reach across the unbelievable distances
         Am                             Em        Em
Between what we really are and who we claim to be
        Am         Am      G       F  F
And the irony engine isn't lost on me
             Am             Em
The shame is that we saw it coming
                    Em
In the faces of the young among us
   C
In crayon-and-paper drawings
    C                                          Am
The clearest writing on the wall we could ever ask for
        Am           G
What do they believe?
                    Am
Where are all their fathers?
Am                  Em
Where are all their mothers?
    G
Who left them there alone
    F                                                    G
With the television remote like some Philosopher's Stone
 G                          Am        Em
"Figure it out on your own, child."
                Am             Am
If I still have anything to say
Am                  Em
I'll try to make it plain
    G                   F
Contrivance is a luxury I don't have
                       F                       Em
In the time that's left before the madness overtakes me
      C               C      C
I'm a voice among the voices
    Em             Em          Em
The roar of whispers closes in
        Am                F
And the point seems to be pointless
Em            Em           Am
  And I've forgotten who I am...
    G              Em    Am      G
And I've forgotten who I am...
Em             Am
These are only words...
Em         Am
Artificial tones...
Em             Am
These are only words...
Em             Am
These are only words...