Rumors of My Demise Have Been Greatly Exaggerated Rise Against Here's my acoustic version of this wondeful song: C#m _ [C#m] [F#m] [A] [B] [C#m] [F#m] [A] [B] [C#m] [F#m] [A] [B] [C#m] [F#m] [A] [B] So p[C#m]lease don't ask [F#m]me how[A] I ended up a[B]t my wits end[C#m] And bre[F#m]aking down[A] [B]Pages torn from books w[C#m]e never read,[F#m] Cause we're plugge[A]d into this grid.[B] Don't pu[C#m]ll this plug right now,[F#m] Or then we'd really[A] have to live.[B] When I die, [A]wil (guitartabs.cc)