Nothing But Thieves - This Feels Like the End: chords

D                              Em
Oh, look at this place, what a waste,
            Bm
it's such a mess
     D                         Em             G
We skim through the horror to find some happiness
D                          Em                Bm
But it's getting harder to get a little taste
    D                    Em             G
As we're getting more divided every day

          A
Oh, this feels like the end
A     D   A
Yeah, it feels like the end
      D  G
We're addicted to the pain
G
No, we can't look away
      D   A
Oh, this feels like the end (It won't stop)
     D  A
Is this ever gonna end? (Creeping on)
       D  G
'Cause I can't look away (It won't stop)
G   D  G             Bm G A
No, I can't look away

Chorus:
A                                   Bm D G
Can you believe what we are seeing?
G                              Bm G A
We devolve into inferior beings
A                                             Bm D G
Right before your eyes, right before your eyes
G
And I don't wanna see, wanna see
              A
What we've become
              G
What we've become

Now we're getting numb to the numbers on the screen
But there's still more upturned dinghies in the sea

Oh, this feels like the end
Yeah, it feels like the end
We're addicted to the pain
No, we can't look away
Oh, this feels like the end (It won't stop)
Is this ever gonna end? (Creeping on)
'Cause I can't look away (It won't stop)

Chorus:
Can you believe what we are seeing?
(Can you feel it, can you feel it?)
We devolve into inferior beings
(Can you feel it, can you feel it?)
Right before your eyes, right before your eyes
(Can you feel it, can you feel it?)
And I don't wanna see, wanna see
What we've become

Bm                Em                G
There's a tension in the air. Everyone can feel it
             Bm
What we've become
Bm              Em
Seven reported dead in the street.
                    G
It permeates everything
G            Em                       G
It's in our homes, our chlorinated chicken
Bm                  Em
Seventeen reported dead.
                G                           E
We stare at whatever clickbait debate next goes
viral.
Bm                     Em
Plastic opinions and drive-through funerals,
       G
everything has a price.
And then you
Bm                  Em                    G
Your consent is manufactured and you are being sold,
       Em               G
categorised and catalogued.
Bm                              Em
Passed on and processed for whatever scheme
           G                        Em
is next designed to keep us compartmentalized
            G
and at each other's god damn throats
Bm             Em                 G      Em
Fifty-seven reported dead, where does it end?
        G
Is this it?
Bm                   Em               G
At what point do we say, "No, we are people,
               Bm      G    A
surely we are better than this?"

Can you believe what we are seeing?
We devolve into inferior beings
(Can you feel it, can you feel it?)
Right before your eyes, right before your eyes
(Can you feel it, can you feel it?)
And I don't wanna see, wanna see
What we've become
(Can you feel it, can you feel it?)
What we've become
(Can you feel it, can you feel it?)
What we've become, oh
(Can you feel it, can you feel it?)
What we've become
(Can you feel it, can you feel it?)