Hands Held High (Live|Explicit) - Linkin Park (林肯公园)
Turn my mic up louder I've got to say something
Lightweights stepping 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 coming
Jump in my mind I summon the rhyme I'm dumpin
I'm healing the blind I promise to let the sun in
Sick of the dark ways we march to the drumming
Jump when they tell us that they want to see jump
F**k that I want to see some fists pumpin
I missed 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 I'm 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
These f**kers are laughing their way to the bank
And cashing their check asking you
To have compassion and have some respect
For a leader so nervous in an obvious way
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
The rest of the world watching at the end of the day
In the living room laughing like what did he say
