Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mike Shinoda] Turn my mic up louder, I got to say somethin' Lightweights step it aside when we come in Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumpin' People on the street, they panic and start running Words on loose-leaf sheet complete comin' I jump in my mind and summon the rhyme I'm dumpin' Healing the blind, I promise to let the sun in Sick of the dark ways we march to the drummin' Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumpin' Fuck that, I wanna see some fists pumpin' Risk something, take back what's yours Say somethin' that you know they might attack you for 'Cause I'm sick of being treated like I have before Like it's stupid standin' for what I'm standin' 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 These fuckers are laughin' their way to the bank and cashin' the check Askin' you to have compassion and have some respect [Pre-Chorus: Mike Shinoda] For a leader so nervous in an obvious way Stutterin' and mumblin' for nightly news to replay And the rest of the world watchin' at the end of the day In the livin' room laughin', like, "What did he say?" [Chorus: Choir] Amen, amen Amen, amen Amen [Verse 2: Mike Shinoda] In my livin' room watching, but I am not laughin' '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 Ten years old there, somethin' 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, 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" [Pre-Chorus: Mike Shinoda] Meanwhile, the leader just talks away Stutterin' and mumblin' for nightly news to replay The rest of the world watchin', at the end of the day Both scared and angry, like, "What did he say?" [Chorus: Choir] Amen, amen Amen, amen Amen [Outro: Mike Shinoda & Chester Bennington, Choir] With hands held high into a sky so blue (Amen) As the ocean opens up to swallow you (Amen) With hands held high into a sky so blue (Amen) As the ocean opens up to swallow you (Amen) With hands held high into a sky so blue (Amen) As the ocean opens up to swallow you (Amen) With hands held high into a sky so blue (Amen) As the ocean opens up to swallow you (Amen) With hands held high into a sky so blue (Amen) As the ocean opens up to swallow you (Amen) With hands held high into a sky so blue (Amen) As the ocean opens up to swallow you