Under The Knife chords by Icon For Hire
Guitar chords with lyrics
Intro: Bm D This is the song I’m too scared to write Bm G But some of you may need it tonight Verse 1: Bm G Oh there you were, heart made of glass Bm D fragile little thing, shattered too fast Bm G tried to pick the pieces up up up Bm D and that’s the way you first got cut cut cut Bm G Devil drew you in, you didn’t let it show Bm D didn’t want the others to ever have to know Bm G that you were getting hooked on up up up Bm D and all you had to do was cut cut cut
Chorus:
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You carved a special place for your pain
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so it came back to hurt you every night
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you closed your eyes and wished it all away
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until you disappeared under the knife
Verse 2:
Bm G
You knew the deal, no one gives a damn
Bm D
just another needy kid, sob story in hand
Bm G
keep your secrets covered up up up
Bm D
we don’t need another cut cut cut
Bm G
But you couldn’t hide a heart made of glass
Bm D
You put yourself together with all the strength you had
Bm G
You were finally fed up up up
Bm D
finally had to scream enough –nough –nough
Chorus:
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You carved a special place for your pain
G A Bm
so it came back to hurt you every night
G A Bm
you closed your eyes and wished it all away
G A Bm
until you disappeared under the knife
Rap part:
Bm G
Listen- I know it’s simplified from the other side
A Em
it’s easy to gloss over all the messy reasons why
Bm G
and it’s easy to forget where you’ve been
A Em
I guess that’s what the scars are for, huh?
Bm G
When we were 15 we wouldn’t dare let that shit be seen
A Em
but now it seems mutalation’s gone mainstream
Bm G
I see you at my shows, scarred up from head to toe
A Em
like there’s no point even trying not to let it show
Bm G
Cause we all know, emo kids like to hurt themselves
A Em
too many feelings and not enough self control
Bm G
and I mean, does this mess any of the rest of you
A Em
it’s an epidemic and we’re cool with it, don’t question it
Bm G
But it bothers me, our scars are currency by which we’re measured
A Em
like let the record show who let it slip and who held it together
Bm G
cutters and burners and honorable mentions
A F#m
posers who still cut themselves up for the attention
G A
I don’t care your intentions, I just want you to know
Bm
my self-hatred never took me where I wanted to go
G A
and at the end of the day, you know I still had to face
Bm
that I can pick at the pain, but can’t cut it away
G A
and you know what else I can’t do is give you ten good reasons not to
Bm
I’ve racked my brain for clever sayings of all the things you ought to do
G A
But you know, I think if there was something I could say
Bm
They’d have thrown it on a brochure- and sent you on your way
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So I’ll keep doing what I always do: drag my heart to the piano and make it sing for you
I’ll keep doing what I always do: drag my heart to the piano and let it sing for you
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