Linkin Park
Hands Held High dainos žodžiai
Turn mymic up louder I got to say somethin.Lightweights step it aside when we come inFeel it in your chest
the syllables get pumpinPeople 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 inSick of the dark ways we march to the drum andJump when they tell us that they wanna to see jumping.F**k that
I wanna see some fist pumping.risk something
take back what's yourssay something that you know they might attack you forcause I'm sick of being treated like I have beforelike 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 youcan't put gas in your tank
and these f**kers arelaughing their way to the bank
cashing the checkasking you to have compassion
AND have SOME respectfor a leader so nervous in an obvious wayStuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replayand the rest of the world watching at the end of the dayin the living room laughing likewhat 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 happenThe world is cold
the bold men take actionhave 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 theyBrush 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 buses
bikes
roads inside your market your shops
your clothes My dad
He's got a lot of fear I knowbut enough pride inside not to let that show.My brother had a book he would hold with prideA 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 dieAnd meanwhile
the leader just talks awayStuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replayand the rest of the world watching at the end of the dayboth scared and angry likewhat did he say? Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen. With hands held high into a sky so blueas the ocean opens up to swallow you. With hands held high into a sky so blueas the ocean opens up to swallow you. With hands held high into a sky so blueas the ocean opens up to swallow you. With hands held high into a sky so blueas the ocean opens up to swallow you. With hands held high into a sky so blueas the ocean opens up to swallow you. With hands held high into a sky so blueas the ocean opens up to swallow you.
the syllables get pumpinPeople 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 inSick of the dark ways we march to the drum andJump when they tell us that they wanna to see jumping.F**k that
I wanna see some fist pumping.risk something
take back what's yourssay something that you know they might attack you forcause I'm sick of being treated like I have beforelike 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 youcan't put gas in your tank
and these f**kers arelaughing their way to the bank
cashing the checkasking you to have compassion
AND have SOME respectfor a leader so nervous in an obvious wayStuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replayand the rest of the world watching at the end of the dayin the living room laughing likewhat 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 happenThe world is cold
the bold men take actionhave 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 theyBrush 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 buses
bikes
roads inside your market your shops
your clothes My dad
He's got a lot of fear I knowbut enough pride inside not to let that show.My brother had a book he would hold with prideA 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 dieAnd meanwhile
the leader just talks awayStuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replayand the rest of the world watching at the end of the dayboth scared and angry likewhat did he say? Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen. With hands held high into a sky so blueas the ocean opens up to swallow you. With hands held high into a sky so blueas the ocean opens up to swallow you. With hands held high into a sky so blueas the ocean opens up to swallow you. With hands held high into a sky so blueas the ocean opens up to swallow you. With hands held high into a sky so blueas the ocean opens up to swallow you. With hands held high into a sky so blueas the ocean opens up to swallow you.
