Chords for Disturbed - ''Who Taught You How To Hate'' Lyrics

[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [A] _ [Bm] I [B] hear the noises echoing around me, angered eyes that don't even know [C] who I am.
_ Looking [B] through again, _
_ _ [A] _ [Bm] at the unknown that only surrounds me.
Wicked laughter resonates [C] inside my head. _
I am Bill [B] Redd. _ _ _
One and only, why do I deserve this?
So when Bill Redd, why do I deserve [C] to die now?
Give me a [B] reason why.
[A] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ [E] So [F] bloodletting, [G] these big [E] lies, _ _ _ [F] tears on the [E] ground.
Yeah, [F] if I [E] don't say something, [B] I'll [Em] be out.
[D] Who taught you how [A] to hate?
[C#] Hurtin' [C] is [B] simply your [A] blood.
[D] Hard of what [A] you're made.
So [B] let [C] this be [B] [A] understood.
_ _ [D] [A] How to hate, [C#] when you live [D] this way you'll [G] be gone. _ _ _
[D] _ [C#m] _ _ [F#m] Bill Redd.
That's Bill [Bm] Redd, why? _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] Hello?
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ Cried [B] mice are mocking beside me.
Look around and marvel at the [C] children playing. _
In perfect [Bm] disarray.
_ When the pair have known judgment, pure _ exhilaration.
I do like the colors I read on [C] their minds.
_ Loves in [B] green and spines.
_ [D] All these [B] monsters I wake from, that's an evil scene there.
I just had to show you can be [C] out of sight.
_ Into a [B] world of mice.
[Am] _ _ _ [E] _ _ Everything [F] is [E] not showing.
[F] Off your [G] [E] face. _
You'll [F] still be [E] here when [F] they tune this [Em] way [B] to me.
_ [Bm] Who [D] taught you [A] how to hate?
Hurtin' [C#] is [C] simply [B] your [A] blood.
_ [D] Hard of what [A] you're made.
So [C] let this [B] be understood.
How [A] to [D] _ _ _ [A] _ hate, when [C#] you live [D] this [G] way you'll be gone. _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] That's Bill Redd, [B] why? _ _ _ _
_ _ _ You're not anyone. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ Anti-sex.
In fact, an arrogance.
[Em] _ Burnt.
[E] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ Kidnapped.
Burnt.
Burnt.
And Bill Redd, the best [F#m] of the best.
[E] _ _ _ What [F#] is love?
_ [Bm] _ _ Deep in your heart.
Does it still remain?
Do you think you can bring it back to life again?
[Em] Is it _ [E] there?
In [F#] your soul. _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ A TV and a young homie Redd.
[E] _ _ _
_ He's [F#] the one.
[Bm] _ _ _
[E] Why?
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [Bm] _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ Hey, [E] tell me now.
[N] Don't you know this?
Because it [F#] isn't.
_ _ _ [B] Hard of what you're made.
So let this be understood.
[A]
When [D] they taught you how [A] to hate.
[C#] When you live [D] this [G] way you'll be gone. _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [B] Who _ [D] taught you how?
[A] _ _ [C#] Who taught you how?
Hurtin' [C] is simply [B] your blood.
[D] Hard of what [A] you're made.
_ So let [C] this [Bm] be [E] understood.
[D] When they taught you how to [A] hate.
When [C#] you live [D] this way [G] you'll be gone. _ _ _
[D] _ [C#m] _ _ [Am] _ You'll [G] be gone.
_ _ _ [D] _ [G#] _ _ [F#m] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ [B] _
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