Hands Held High

Linkin Park

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Turn my mic up louder
I got to say something
Lightweights step it aside when we come in
Feel it in your chest
The syllables get pumping
People on the street they panic and start running
Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming
I jump in my mind
And summon the rhyme I'm dumping
Healing the blind I promise to let the sun in
Sick of the dark ways
We march to the drum and
Jump when they tell us
That they wanna see jumping
Fuck that
I wanna see some fist pumping
Risk something
Take back what's yours
Say something that you know they might attack you for
Cause I'm sick of being treated like I have before
Like it's stupid standing for what I'm standing for
Like this war's really just a different brand of war
Like it doesn't cater to rich and abandon poor
Like they understand you in the back of the jet
When you
Can't put gas in your tank
And these fuckers are
Laughing their way to the bank
Cashing the check
Asking you to have compassion
And have some respect
For a leader so nervous in a obvious way
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
In their living room laughing like
What did he say?

Amen, amen, amen, amen, amen

In my living room watching
I am not laughing
Cause
When it gets tense I know what might happen
The world is cold
The bold men make action
Have to react or get blown into fractions
Ten years old
It's something to see
Another
Kid my age drug under a jeep
Taken and bound
And found later under a tree
I wonder if he had thought the next one could be me
Do you see?
The soldiers
They're out today they
Brush the dust from bulletproof vests away
It's ironic
At times like this you pray
But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday
There's bombs on the busses
Bikes
Roads
Inside your market
Your shops
Your clothes
My dad
He's got a lot of fear I know
But enough pride inside not to let that show
My brother had a book he would hold with pride
A little red cover with a broken spine
On the back
He hand wrote a quote inside
"When the rich wage war it's the poor who die"
And meanwhile
The leader just talks away
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
The rest of the world watching at the end of the day
Both scared and angry like
What did he say?

Amen, amen, amen, amen, amen

With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you (x6)

Composição: Chester Bennington / Linkin Park / Mike Shinoda · Esse não é o compositor? Nos avise.
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