QWERTY

Hands Held High

Hands Held High-Linkin Park-Minutes to Midnight

Turn my mic up louder, I got to say something,
Lightweights step it aside when we come in,
Fel 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 fists pumping
Risk something, take back what's yours
Say something that you know they may attack you for
'Cause I'm sick of be trated like I have before
Like it's stupid standing for what I'm standing for
Like this war is war's really just a different brand of war
Like it doesn't cater to rich and abandon poor
Like thay 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, have some respect
For a leader so nervous in a obvious way

Stuttuling 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)

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 boud and found later under a tree
I wonder if he had thought the next one could be me
Did you see, the soldiers,they're out today
They brush the dust from bulletproofs 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 shop, 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 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 is the poor who die"
And meanwhile, the leader just talks away

Stuttuling and mumbling for nightly news to replay
And 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)

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


Early in the writting process, Rick suggested the band experiment
by contrasting together unexpected elements. Because the instrumental
idea known as "Song Q" sounded primed for melodic singing, Rick suggested
the opposite be done. The song's pipe organ and marching snare proved
the perfect musical bed for two of the most inspired versed Mike had
ever delivered



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Shino.

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