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Hands held high - Linkin Park
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Date:10/29/2008 09:09 pm
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  Linkin Park - Hands held high - 2007



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 then 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 fists 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, and cashing the check
Asking you to have the passion and have some respect
For a leader so nervous in an obvious way
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
In the living room, laughing like, "What did he say?"

Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen

In my living room watching it, I am not laughing
Cause when it gets tense, I know what might happen
The world is cold, the bold men take action
Have to react or get blown into fractions
At 10 years old, it's something to see
Another kid my age drugged 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 that are out today?
They brush the dust from bulletproof vests away
It's ironic, at times like this you'd pray
But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday
There's bombs on the buses, bikes, roads
Inside your market, your shops, and 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"
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 the sky so blue, (Amen)
as the ocean opens up to swallow you (Amen)
With hands held high into the sky so blue, (Amen)
as the ocean opens up to swallow you (Amen)
With hands held high into the sky so blue, (Amen)
as the ocean opens up to swallow you (Amen)
With hands held high into the sky so blue, (Amen)
as the ocean opens up to swallow you (Amen)
With hands held high into the sky so blue, (Amen)
as the ocean opens up to swallow you (Amen)
With hands held high into the sky so blue, (Amen)
as the ocean opens up to swallow you
 

   
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