Masks Off chords by Jesse Welles

• Capo on 1st
• Difficulty: Beginner 👶

Key: Fm

Verse 1:
        E
I can't tell you what's worse
            G
The message was terse
               E
Outright white supremecists
E
Or America first
G
I think they both sell merch
E                     G
The whole place seems a little bit cursed
          Asus2
It's like somebody might have been
C

Living here first


Verse 2:
E                        G
Incels in cellars from a long line of failures
           E                      G
Underneath rumble umbrellas daily wire'ing with the fellas
        E
Chromag maga hate cave dwellers
            G
The tale is older than the tellers
            Asus2                 C
The tail is older than old yeller


Verse 3:
    E
The internet is incarnate
    G
Manifested, given birth
             E
There's some spillage in a village
               G
Near where I'm living here on earth
       E
It's a disgrace to the natural state
            G
There ain't much that ain't
        E
Hey Bill
        G
Hey Billy
    E
Hey Sarah
      G
Hey Tom
G
Hey Mike


Verse 4:
              E                                             G
Everything is constantly unlike anything you've ever seen before
                                            E
Everything is greater than it's ever been before
E
Pardon the progress
        G
Hate is part of the process
             E
Catastrophic nostalgia
      G
And delusions of freedom
                   Asus2
I think we ate the last apple
       C
In the garden of Eden


Chorus:
        E                      G
All the masks are off and they don't even try
               E
They know that you know that they know
         G
And they don't even mind it
        E
All the masks are off
            G
And they're getting lazy
               Asus2
They think yer so damn stupid
               C
They think yer so damn crazy


Verse 5:
        E
Killing people from a distance in an instant
G
At the insistence of a president
             E                                                   G
With a black mail gun to his head for the fun that he had in the dark ages
          E
Pages and pages and pages and pages
G
They thought they'd get away with it
            E
The minimum wage is outraged with it
                       G
They're gonna burn somebody at the stake for it
             E
Fruit of the doom
E
Oranges and grapists
     G
Hold on to yer vapes kids
            E
Icicles and alligators
E
And blood traitors
              G
And purveyors of strange behaviors
                     E
And masqueraders and masked invaders
       G
Layers and layers and layers
   E
Be good to yer god
       G
And be good to yer bayer
         Asus2
Take yer aspirin and yer roundup
    C
And say all yer prayers


Verse 6:
    E                           G
The loogie of factions that the nation has hacked
           E                            G
Is boiling and festering and stabbing itself in the back
            E
Who here is surprised by that
            G
Who here is blown aghast
       Asus2
If you wanna know the future
       C
Simply look into the past


Chorus:
        E                      G
All the masks are off and they don't even try
               E
They know that you know that they know
         G
And they don't even mind it
        E
All the masks are off
            G
And they're getting lazy
               Asus2
They think yer so damn stupid
               C
They think yer so damn crazy


Outro:
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