Chords for Silent Planet - Panic Room [Alex Camarena] Drum Cam (Van’s Warped Tour 2017) Atlanta, GA

_ _ _ [C] _ This first song is a song [Bbm] about post-traumatic stress disorder.
It's written for my friend who served in the US [F] military.
This song's called Panic Room.
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_ [C] _ _ Lost in your slides, obscured [Bbm] by opaque lines.
Frozen man or crumpled tap, tap, tap.
Through window [Bb] glass, syncopated shakata.
[Bbm] With a broken clock, [F] synchronized with my post-traumatic tics.
Tics talk [Bbm] through the space in the room.
But it goes back indisturbably.
The mind is connected, self, self, and self-consuming.
What's it doing is my undoing.
It's a tiny casualty [Bb] of Why? _ _ _
[B] It's not like this.
[Bb] You're right.
That's just right.
[B] It's in my head with
[F] _
Surprise!
_ [B] Hypothesis, a trance, the art.
[F] It's the agent that [B] I know.
[Bb] You can't make me so strange. _
[Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [B] _
I'm a soul just born in a shadow zone.
And if I use this chance [Bb]
to be
[B] _ I'm a victim of a transient.
[Bb] It's the agent that I know. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [Eb] My prayer for [F] you is that you would become a people
[Bb] that speak up against evil
no matter what it costs you
or no matter what [Db] it looks like to those in power
speak against evil.
[D] _ [Eb] The [Bb] seeds of air breaking down on earth.
The piece of dust as we grapple
heel and [Gb] head
[B] on its dead blood-red [Bb] oil.
The chap of the harvest converted [B] to
currencies of multivitamins
that kept themselves cut [Bb] from our perforated bones.
[Ebm] [Bb] Itches are reaped inside our bodies
so stupid grown
We're back again!
[Ebm] We forgot that we still belong
laid inside a homeless [F] cess
stuck with eager dirty needles
chipped through an early [Gb] seawall
for lost as plows
to stand and spit cracks
[F] and you to bid yourself
[Bb] for a terrible end chase
[B] before my valor
lay beyond a cryptic [Bb] tower
just to find my endless death
as my heart is [Ebm] gone
to be your physical contender
to save the shop
to [Bb] be back
to escape ghost slaughter
I learned [Ebm] to fight
I learned to kill
I learned to smell
I learned that not [F] all fish is real
not all fish is real
not [Gb] all fish is real _ _
[Bb] but there's a war
in my head Atlanta _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] die
leave my body dead head
don't be sad it's [Bb] time
to get back to the dead life
to the dead [Eb] life
come on come on back up
all this
I'm not [Bb] a shit
but I'm still a good
good good bad shit
_ _ _ [B] _ back up back
back back [Bb] back back
_ back back back back back back
[Eb] _ [Bb] back back
back back
back back _ _ _
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