Hated By Life Itself Tabulatur von Oktavia (für Baryton)

C  G  Am
F  G  Am   x2

C                                     G
"Don’t you wish for death when you’re feeling weak?
Am
Hardships aren’t as hard as they seem to be!"
      F                                 G
Sure, say that all you want, you’re not fooling me
           Am
With those words you never mean.
        C                          G
While I don’t care to die, I don’t mind a bit
    Am
But someone I love? ... God, I think I’d wish I did
     F                     G           Am
I suppose “Because I won’t like it” is all my ego is.
C                      G
Happy to gaze upon the pain of the haven’t-met,
Am
Cowering in our hatred has become a fashion trend
F                           G
Even so, we’re supposed to “live a peaceful life”?
         Am
Though I bet it’s nice, I bet we’ve tried.
C                           G
Someone succumbs behind the colors of the monitor
Am
Deep in grief, another weeps by singing in their honor
F                            G
Hearing that song, a humming young boy wandered
Am
Off with a knife and an offer.

          C                                G
Everybody hated well by life itself, we’ll never know
         Am
Why they force code and ego on the radio.
       F                                       G
Day-to-day, they’re singing out "I'll take you down”, but then again,
    Am
Who takes when they’re really being generous?
          C                                G
Everybody hated well by life itself, we’ll never know
       Am
Why “I want to die” is treated like another joke.
     F                               G
That world where we see the worth in growing old,
        Am
Anybody hated well by life itself will never know.

C  G  Am
F  G  Am

C                            G
Penniless again, through the day anew,
    Am
I decide to praise the lazy and sing out of tune.
F                           G
Lost upon life’s meaning, I take in the truth,
            Am
Breathe and see there isn’t anything I’m meant to do.
C                            G
Would these wounds be better off expressed
         Am
With the lowly illustration “I’m so lonely” suggests?
F                       G
Shouldering nothing but this stubbornness,
    Am
I’m nothing but alone when I go to bed.
C                    G
Kids with passion to play make-believe
       Am
Will become young adults with a will to achieve.
F                               G
As we age, there comes a day we fester like a falling leaf,
Am
Carried down without a clue to prove we ever breathed…
C                             G
Breathing on for centuries in a deathless design,
Am
Bored for eternity, the only to survive…
           F                          G                   Am
…These are the kinds of sci-fi dreams always on my mind.

C                       G
Numb to the pain, can I die? Though I’m not afraid,
Am
All the same, I have to pay attention to the hearts I’d break
F                                 G
Lost in conflicting thoughts, I'm sure they’d have a lot to say
     Am
Yes, I can guess what they’d convey:
C                               G
“Perfect things need to stay as perfect as they always were.”
Am
“If you can’t confront demise, then live the life you don’t deserve.”
F                                   G
Since we’re bound to end up sad and back to being hurt,
          Am
We should laugh with the friends we lack forever

          C                                G
Everybody hated well by life itself, we’ll never know
       Am
Why we claim to get the happiness we haven’t shown.
        F                              G
Angered by our past hands, past, as we complain aloud,
   Am
We smile while pretending that we’re better now
          C                                G
Everybody hated well by life itself, we’ll never know
        Am
Why “So long” took on the meaning of “I wanna go”.
     F                                 G
That time where “Goodbye” implied “For now, I hope”
        Am
Anybody hated well by life itself will never know.

C  G  Am
F  G  Am

C               G
Contentment and exits,
 Am
affection and friendships-
        F                          G
They’re gifts you can get for your money
     Am
…Within but a whimsical fantasy.
C                         G
I could be dead tomorrow, yet I’m sure in some way,
Am
When I go, I’ll get to know my life was such a waste.
        F
Through daylight and stardom,
        G
through springtime and autumn,
   Am
We die everyday, and that’s exactly why I chase
   C                        G
No wishes or visions; since all I can afford
   Am
Is protecting your life, I ask for that and nothing more.
   F              G
Of course… That’s surely
Am
All I’ll ever need to sing for.

C                                G
Hated well by life itself, we’ll never know
     Am
What makes the meaning matter when we die alone.
      F                G
It’ll taint you, it’ll taint two,
                 Am
Soon enough, the rest of us will sink like a leaf into
            C                                G
Anywhere we know it’s not for naught, ‘cause we don’t stop
      Am
Going out and off, always giving everything we got
   F                       G
To killing, to kicking, to grinning, to gritting,
Am
Living, living, living, living,
       C          G          Am
Living on

F G Am
C G Am
F G Am
C G Am
F G Am