Tom: Cm Cm Fm Cm Ab Cm I don't care, they say my angel glow is subsiding Ab Cm I'm sliding outside of these high beams and I won't dare Cm Try to mend this tear, I love I'm fading Cm The good once there is just dying Gm So I'm withering away and I'ma trigger when I spray Cm And I'm attacking everybody till the feeling's gone! [Verse 1-Tech N9ne] Cm Gm All my life I loved with people, so passive back then Cm Ab I thought I'd be above this evil, my tolerance level Gm Then was up with doves and eagles, currently I've Ab Hit ground zero under bugs and beetles Gm Cm I'm tilted, inside my head's a lettuce but wilted Gm Cm Gm Serotonin, dopamine, and norepinephrine I spilt it Ab Could it be how many times I've been ran over and jilted? Gm Eb Ab Gm That makes me wanna totally detach from light and just kill shit [Hook 1-Corey Taylor] Gm I'll know when the pain is gone B Db Cm It's just a matter of time before my bosses win Cm And I can feel the wrong B Fm Db Cm Coming up through the cracks of my heart again Cm Gm Cm I'm holding on, I'm go-ing B Ab Eb Straight into the mouths of makers Ab Eb Cm Everything that keeps me calm was taken Cm I'm letting go, I'm burning through, reserves are low Ab Just pushing on these old restraints Eb Cm My time is up cause it's too late [Bridge-Tech N9ne] Cm Eb B Em I'm about to blow up on anyone in my way Cm B My anger's set to show up, at any time today Am Eb Cm I'm about to blow up on anyone in my way Db Eb My anger's set to show up, at any time today [Verse 2-Tech N9ne] Cm Gb Db I am lookin' for some fire, yeah, putting on my gang attire B Db Drooling and blood I can taste, so get the fuck outta my face Cm Gb Db I'm a killer with a quick switch, yeah, all I ever really wanted was bliss B Db Gb Look at me wither to waste, so get the fuck outta my face Cm Gb Db Find another one to get bent, yeah, and it ain't no stoppin' this B Em Db Lovin' the thrill of the chase, so get the fuck outta my face Cm Gb Db N9ne's a nigga with the sick-ness, yeah, and it ain't no blockin' this B Am It doesn't matter the race, just get the fuck out my face Am Gb Going, withering away B Bb Going, withering away Db Gb Going, withering away Db Eb I gotta say, when my mother died, I really did inside Db Bb And that's the other thing that did it Gb Turning my crazy on a hundred babies gonna plummet Db Bb Maybe I should be committed [Hook 2-Corey Taylor] Bb Gb What am I supposed to do? Db Bb Gb Do I just keep faking? fucking forsaking everything I am? Db Bb Another pissed mother fucker with a fist and a plan Gb Oh but you're making me do this Db Bb I can scream while you stand there clueless Gb If you're listening I've made up my mind Db Take another step and I'll snap this time! [Verse 3-Tech N9ne] Gb Bb Something please save me, I'm losing myself Cm I don't think I wanna stop it, but the feeling inside is nauseous Cm I get really exhausted off it, gotta find a way to wash it lock it Ab Profit matter so I got to drop it, ain't nobody in the cockpit Ab Toss this lostness, people from the office boxes Ab If you cross this boss live cautious Cm Don't make me, don't make me repeat myself Cm Gm Cm For your safety, because a pilly is beneath my belt Ab But I don't wanna do anything bad to anybody Ab But I'll never be perfect Eb Ab So I'ma say to the people that got a little evil comin' at you from me Db I think they deserve it Db Gb Going, withering away Em Going, withering away Gb Going, withering away Db (GONE) Db Straight, literally snappin' out Gb Db Bb My lady backin' out cause I'm becoming really mean and vicious Bb Watching me wither, how can I give her Gb Db Em Blood when I been so tainted by these bitches [Hook 3-Corey Taylor] Em Gb We are the arsenal Db Bb Chemically imbalanced, completely disposable Gb So butter my knuckles and taste it Db Bb Another sick delinquent is wasted Gb I don't forgive, I don't forget Db Bb I haven't got time to regret Gb Everybody else in the world can hate me Db Nobody but me can save me! [Outro-Tech N9ne:] Gm Db Shit, Yates, hates, this, place Db If they close enough for me to hit the switch Cm Db I'm willing to never turn it on Eb I got the feelin' I'm gonna be comin' and killin' Eb There gonna be reelin' the evil in front of a psycho Cm Bb And them who mentally gone