Chords for Silent Planet - Panic Room (Vans Warped Tour 2017, ATL)
Tempo:
75 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
F
B
C
Bbm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F] I'm getting hungry and sick.
[C]
[Bbm] [C]
Atlanta, we're a band called Silent Planet from Los Angeles, [Bbm] California.
[F] [C]
This first song is a song about post traumatic [Bbm] stress disorders written for my friend who
served in the US [C] military.
This song's called Panic Room.
[Bbm] [F]
[C] Lost in truth lines, [F] I'm scared by opaque lines.
Frozen matter crumbles, tap, tap, tap.
Through window glass, syncopated staccato.
With a broken clock, synchronized, I'm a mess.
I'm paralyzed with my post traumatic tics.
Tics talk into [Bbm] the space in the room.
But it goes back into certain things.
The mind is connected, self, [C] self, [F] and self consuming.
What's it doing is via doing.
I'm the [Bb] casualty of my mind.
[B] And it's not like [Bb] this.
[C] I'm the casualty of my mind.
And it's not like this.
I'm the casualty of my [B]
mind.
And it's not like this.
I'm the casualty of my mind.
I'm the casualty of my mind.
And it's not like this.
[Bb] [E] I'm the casualty of my mind.
I'm the casualty of my mind.
And it's not like this.
[B] I'm the casualty of my mind.
I'm the casualty of [F] my mind.
[Bb]
[F] And it's not like this.
[F] I'm the casualty of my mind.
And [B] it's not like this.
I'm the casualty of my mind.
And it's not like this.
I'm the casualty of my mind.
And it's not like [Bb] this.
[Eb] I'm the casualty of my mind.
And it's [B] not like this.
I'm the casualty of my mind.
[F] And it's not like this.
I'm the casualty of my mind.
And it's [Bb] not like this.
[B] [Bb] [F]
[B] I'm the [F] casualty of my mind.
And it's not like this.
I'm the casualty of my mind.
[Bb] [F]
[Dm] [Eb]
My prayer for you is that you would become [Bb] a people that speak up against evil no matter
what it costs you.
For no matter what [Db] it looks like to those in power, speak [Dm] against evil.
[Ebm] The [Bb] seeds of error begin down on earth.
[F] The beasts of dust as we grapple, heel and [B] head.
On instant, blood red oil.
The shaft [Bb] of a harvest converted [B] to grits is the wealth even the seven suns cut.
[Bb] From our perforated bones.
[Ebm] Which [B] is our rig beside our bodies.
[Dm] Some still be proud.
[Fm] Back again.
[Ebm] And forgotten if we stumble in.
Laid inside a [F] hopelessness.
Some put fingers, dirty needles into a gnarly [B] sweet world.
We were lost as plows.
As sand is with cricks.
A new [Bb] defeat itself.
One share to hold and chase.
[B] You pour my valor.
Lay me on a christened [Bb] tower.
So pour my endless death.
And my final [Ebm] dawn.
To be unbefitting to this in the top.
[D] To be fed.
To escape.
To [A] be slaughtered.
I [B] learned to fight.
I learned to kill.
I learned to smell.
I learned [F] not to piss and growl.
Not to piss and growl.
[Gb] Not to piss and grunt.
[F] But [Bb] death to war.
And to my heartache.
Atlanta.
[Ebm] [E] [B]
Burn.
Rain, burn, fire, my brothers.
Don't be silent, [Bb] brothers.
I'm dragging death to the desert.
This [Eb] is war.
[Bb] Come on, come on, [Eb] brothers.
I need help and [Bb] salvation.
I'm sicker to [F] the flesh.
[Bb] [B] So, so, so.
So, so, so.
So, so, so.
Let's see [Bb] what.
You guys are being quiet.
Let's [Eb]
go.
[Bb] Let's go.
Let's go. Let's go.
Let's go. Let's go.
[F] Let's go.
[Bb]
[C]
[Bbm] [C]
Atlanta, we're a band called Silent Planet from Los Angeles, [Bbm] California.
[F] [C]
This first song is a song about post traumatic [Bbm] stress disorders written for my friend who
served in the US [C] military.
This song's called Panic Room.
[Bbm] [F]
[C] Lost in truth lines, [F] I'm scared by opaque lines.
Frozen matter crumbles, tap, tap, tap.
Through window glass, syncopated staccato.
With a broken clock, synchronized, I'm a mess.
I'm paralyzed with my post traumatic tics.
Tics talk into [Bbm] the space in the room.
But it goes back into certain things.
The mind is connected, self, [C] self, [F] and self consuming.
What's it doing is via doing.
I'm the [Bb] casualty of my mind.
[B] And it's not like [Bb] this.
[C] I'm the casualty of my mind.
And it's not like this.
I'm the casualty of my [B]
mind.
And it's not like this.
I'm the casualty of my mind.
I'm the casualty of my mind.
And it's not like this.
[Bb] [E] I'm the casualty of my mind.
I'm the casualty of my mind.
And it's not like this.
[B] I'm the casualty of my mind.
I'm the casualty of [F] my mind.
[Bb]
[F] And it's not like this.
[F] I'm the casualty of my mind.
And [B] it's not like this.
I'm the casualty of my mind.
And it's not like this.
I'm the casualty of my mind.
And it's not like [Bb] this.
[Eb] I'm the casualty of my mind.
And it's [B] not like this.
I'm the casualty of my mind.
[F] And it's not like this.
I'm the casualty of my mind.
And it's [Bb] not like this.
[B] [Bb] [F]
[B] I'm the [F] casualty of my mind.
And it's not like this.
I'm the casualty of my mind.
[Bb] [F]
[Dm] [Eb]
My prayer for you is that you would become [Bb] a people that speak up against evil no matter
what it costs you.
For no matter what [Db] it looks like to those in power, speak [Dm] against evil.
[Ebm] The [Bb] seeds of error begin down on earth.
[F] The beasts of dust as we grapple, heel and [B] head.
On instant, blood red oil.
The shaft [Bb] of a harvest converted [B] to grits is the wealth even the seven suns cut.
[Bb] From our perforated bones.
[Ebm] Which [B] is our rig beside our bodies.
[Dm] Some still be proud.
[Fm] Back again.
[Ebm] And forgotten if we stumble in.
Laid inside a [F] hopelessness.
Some put fingers, dirty needles into a gnarly [B] sweet world.
We were lost as plows.
As sand is with cricks.
A new [Bb] defeat itself.
One share to hold and chase.
[B] You pour my valor.
Lay me on a christened [Bb] tower.
So pour my endless death.
And my final [Ebm] dawn.
To be unbefitting to this in the top.
[D] To be fed.
To escape.
To [A] be slaughtered.
I [B] learned to fight.
I learned to kill.
I learned to smell.
I learned [F] not to piss and growl.
Not to piss and growl.
[Gb] Not to piss and grunt.
[F] But [Bb] death to war.
And to my heartache.
Atlanta.
[Ebm] [E] [B]
Burn.
Rain, burn, fire, my brothers.
Don't be silent, [Bb] brothers.
I'm dragging death to the desert.
This [Eb] is war.
[Bb] Come on, come on, [Eb] brothers.
I need help and [Bb] salvation.
I'm sicker to [F] the flesh.
[Bb] [B] So, so, so.
So, so, so.
So, so, so.
Let's see [Bb] what.
You guys are being quiet.
Let's [Eb]
go.
[Bb] Let's go.
Let's go. Let's go.
Let's go. Let's go.
[F] Let's go.
[Bb]
Key:
Bb
F
B
C
Bbm
Bb
F
B
_ [F] _ _ I'm getting hungry and sick.
_ [C] _
_ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ Atlanta, we're a band called Silent Planet from Los Angeles, [Bbm] California.
_ [F] _ _ _ [C] _
This first song is a song about post traumatic [Bbm] stress disorders written for my friend who
served in the US [C] military.
This song's called Panic Room.
_ [Bbm] _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ Lost in truth lines, [F] I'm scared by opaque lines.
Frozen matter crumbles, tap, tap, tap.
Through window glass, syncopated staccato.
With a broken clock, synchronized, I'm a mess.
I'm paralyzed with my post traumatic tics.
Tics talk into [Bbm] the space in the room.
But it goes back into certain things.
The mind is connected, self, [C] self, [F] and self consuming.
What's it doing is via doing.
I'm the [Bb] casualty of my mind.
_ [B] And it's not like [Bb] this.
[C] I'm the casualty of my mind.
And it's not like this.
I'm the casualty of my [B]
mind.
And it's not like this.
I'm the casualty of my mind.
I'm the casualty of my mind.
And it's not like this.
[Bb] _ _ [E] I'm the casualty of my mind.
I'm the casualty of my mind.
And it's not like this.
[B] I'm the casualty of my mind.
I'm the casualty of [F] _ _ my mind.
[Bb] _
_ [F] _ And it's not like this. _ _
_ _ [F] _ I'm the casualty of my mind.
And [B] it's not like this.
I'm the casualty of my mind.
And it's not like this.
I'm the casualty of my mind.
And it's not like [Bb] this.
[Eb] I'm the casualty of my mind.
And it's [B] not like this.
I'm the casualty of my mind.
[F] And it's not like this.
I'm the casualty of my mind.
And it's [Bb] not like this. _
_ [B] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ [B] I'm the [F] casualty of my mind.
And it's not like this.
I'm the casualty of my mind. _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Eb]
My prayer for you is that you would become [Bb] a people that speak up against evil no matter
what it costs you.
For no matter what [Db] it looks like to those in power, speak [Dm] against evil.
_ [Ebm] The [Bb] seeds of error begin down on earth.
[F] The beasts of dust as we grapple, heel and [B] head.
On instant, blood red oil.
The shaft [Bb] of a harvest converted [B] to grits is the wealth even the seven suns cut.
[Bb] From our perforated bones.
[Ebm] Which [B] is our rig beside our bodies.
[Dm] Some still be proud.
[Fm] Back again.
[Ebm] And forgotten if we stumble in.
Laid inside a [F] hopelessness.
Some put fingers, dirty needles into a gnarly [B] sweet world.
We were lost as plows.
As sand is with cricks.
A new [Bb] defeat itself.
One share to hold and chase.
[B] You pour my valor.
Lay me on a christened [Bb] tower.
So pour my endless death.
And my final [Ebm] dawn.
To be unbefitting to this in the top.
[D] To be fed.
To escape.
To [A] be slaughtered.
I [B] learned to fight.
I learned to kill.
I learned to smell.
I learned [F] not to piss and growl.
Not to piss and growl.
[Gb] Not to piss and grunt.
_ _ [F] But [Bb] death to war.
And to my heartache.
Atlanta.
_ _ [Ebm] _ _ [E] _ _ [B]
Burn.
Rain, burn, fire, my brothers.
Don't be silent, [Bb] brothers.
_ I'm dragging death to the desert.
This [Eb] is war.
[Bb] Come on, come on, [Eb] brothers.
I need help and [Bb] salvation.
I'm sicker to [F] the flesh.
_ [Bb] _ [B] So, so, so.
So, so, so.
So, so, so.
Let's see [Bb] what.
_ _ You guys are being quiet.
Let's [Eb]
go.
[Bb] _ _ _ _ Let's go.
Let's go. Let's go.
Let's go. Let's go.
[F] Let's go.
_ _ [Bb] _
_ [C] _
_ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ Atlanta, we're a band called Silent Planet from Los Angeles, [Bbm] California.
_ [F] _ _ _ [C] _
This first song is a song about post traumatic [Bbm] stress disorders written for my friend who
served in the US [C] military.
This song's called Panic Room.
_ [Bbm] _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ Lost in truth lines, [F] I'm scared by opaque lines.
Frozen matter crumbles, tap, tap, tap.
Through window glass, syncopated staccato.
With a broken clock, synchronized, I'm a mess.
I'm paralyzed with my post traumatic tics.
Tics talk into [Bbm] the space in the room.
But it goes back into certain things.
The mind is connected, self, [C] self, [F] and self consuming.
What's it doing is via doing.
I'm the [Bb] casualty of my mind.
_ [B] And it's not like [Bb] this.
[C] I'm the casualty of my mind.
And it's not like this.
I'm the casualty of my [B]
mind.
And it's not like this.
I'm the casualty of my mind.
I'm the casualty of my mind.
And it's not like this.
[Bb] _ _ [E] I'm the casualty of my mind.
I'm the casualty of my mind.
And it's not like this.
[B] I'm the casualty of my mind.
I'm the casualty of [F] _ _ my mind.
[Bb] _
_ [F] _ And it's not like this. _ _
_ _ [F] _ I'm the casualty of my mind.
And [B] it's not like this.
I'm the casualty of my mind.
And it's not like this.
I'm the casualty of my mind.
And it's not like [Bb] this.
[Eb] I'm the casualty of my mind.
And it's [B] not like this.
I'm the casualty of my mind.
[F] And it's not like this.
I'm the casualty of my mind.
And it's [Bb] not like this. _
_ [B] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ [B] I'm the [F] casualty of my mind.
And it's not like this.
I'm the casualty of my mind. _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Eb]
My prayer for you is that you would become [Bb] a people that speak up against evil no matter
what it costs you.
For no matter what [Db] it looks like to those in power, speak [Dm] against evil.
_ [Ebm] The [Bb] seeds of error begin down on earth.
[F] The beasts of dust as we grapple, heel and [B] head.
On instant, blood red oil.
The shaft [Bb] of a harvest converted [B] to grits is the wealth even the seven suns cut.
[Bb] From our perforated bones.
[Ebm] Which [B] is our rig beside our bodies.
[Dm] Some still be proud.
[Fm] Back again.
[Ebm] And forgotten if we stumble in.
Laid inside a [F] hopelessness.
Some put fingers, dirty needles into a gnarly [B] sweet world.
We were lost as plows.
As sand is with cricks.
A new [Bb] defeat itself.
One share to hold and chase.
[B] You pour my valor.
Lay me on a christened [Bb] tower.
So pour my endless death.
And my final [Ebm] dawn.
To be unbefitting to this in the top.
[D] To be fed.
To escape.
To [A] be slaughtered.
I [B] learned to fight.
I learned to kill.
I learned to smell.
I learned [F] not to piss and growl.
Not to piss and growl.
[Gb] Not to piss and grunt.
_ _ [F] But [Bb] death to war.
And to my heartache.
Atlanta.
_ _ [Ebm] _ _ [E] _ _ [B]
Burn.
Rain, burn, fire, my brothers.
Don't be silent, [Bb] brothers.
_ I'm dragging death to the desert.
This [Eb] is war.
[Bb] Come on, come on, [Eb] brothers.
I need help and [Bb] salvation.
I'm sicker to [F] the flesh.
_ [Bb] _ [B] So, so, so.
So, so, so.
So, so, so.
Let's see [Bb] what.
_ _ You guys are being quiet.
Let's [Eb]
go.
[Bb] _ _ _ _ Let's go.
Let's go. Let's go.
Let's go. Let's go.
[F] Let's go.
_ _ [Bb] _