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
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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
