Chords for BSP - 'Death Blooms' by Mudvayne - Drum Cover

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[C#] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
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_ They say I'm not normal, but God accept my peace.
[A] Bitch, get a party.
[N] Grab a drink, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G#] chill, lassie.
The wine, everything God sent me.
The money, the water, the [F#] wassail.
_ _ [B] _ _ I [E] just want [C] to see you [B] _ around.
Like I just [Bm] dropped a dime.
_ [B] Swim away as the clouds push [E] on. _ _
[B] _ _ Raise a grid, [C#m]
prepare [B] yourself. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Oh shit, _ my dad.
Popping rice, screaming, blood, shit, so loud.
So, take me away.
[B] _ _
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] God, please take me [N] away. _
_ _ _ _ [B] Stress, stress, feel sad.
_ _ I don't like to yell.
[D#] I just want my own thing.
I just want to be free.
I just want my own life.
I want to live a [G#m] free life.
I don't need no [Am] sun.
[B] Yeah.
[E] Yeah.
_ _ Summer's gone. _
_ [E] _ _ [B] I'm not going home. _
[E] I'm not going home.
_ [B] _ _ I'm coming.
_ _ I'm coming. _
I'm coming.
_ I'm coming. _ _
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[B] Yeah. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ Put me on somebody.
You want it.
You want to put me on somebody.
You want it.
You want to put it.
[C#] _ You want it.
You want it.
People are bragging, right?
[N] Sitting on the streets of downtown.
Sitting.
You want it.
Make God save somebody.
You want it.
You want it.
Put me on somebody.
You want it.
You want it.
People are _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ bragging.
You want it.
Make God save somebody.
You want [B] it.
Wassail.
[G] _ _
_ _ I'm [E] driving a small [F#] car.
_ _ I'm [B] like a [C#m] taxi to the night.
[B] _ _ _ Someone's at the back.
It's [E] a long _ [B] _ _ _
memory to me.
[G#m] Couldn't waste [B] it on _ you.
_ I'm in a [G] circle.
_ _ [B] _ So _ [C#m] soft in your [F#] embrace.
_ [B] This is the spice of [E] your _ [G] _ _ _
_ [B] life.
I'm a purple butterfly [G#m] in space.
[G] _ _ [B] _ I ask for gifts of poison, great [B] dominion.
_ So many dreams.
So much [C#] to choose.
[N] _
Death blossoms like a lazy old [B] man.
_ I'm a sin.
_ [F#] I'm a [A] sin.
_ _ [A] _ _ _
Not for fear of failure.
I mimic little Miss White as an eye of fomenting, _ [D#] roiling hate.
Death gripping my veins, unveiling rancid petals, _ [G#]
flowering forthbound nectar.
[F] Space between oblique and a chair.
[C] Death realm. _ _ _ _ _ _ _