Turn my mic up louder; I got to say something
Light weights, step to the side when we come in

Feel 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 on my mind, I summon the rhyme, I'm dumping

Feeling the blind, I promised to let the sun in
Sick of the dark ways we marched to the drumming

Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping
Fuck that, I wanna see some fists pumping

Miss 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 had before
Like the stupid standing for what I'm standing for

Like this war's really just a different brand of war
Like it doesn't cater the 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 laughing the 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 their living room laughing like, "What did he say?"

Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen

In my living room watching but I am not laughing
'Cause when it gets tense, I know what might happen

World is cold; the bold men take action
Have to react to get blown into fractions

Ten years old is something to see
Another kid my age drug under a jeep

Taken and bound and found later under the tree
I wonder if he thought the next one could be me

Do you see the soldiers? They're out today
They brush the guts with bullet proof vests away

It's ironic at times like this you pray
But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday

There's bombs in 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Writer : CHESTER BENNINGTON, ROBERT BOURDON, BRAD DELSON, JOSEPH HAHN, MIKE SHINODA, DAVE FARRELL
Copyright : Lyrics © UNIVERSAL MUSIC-Z SONGS , UNIVERSAL MUSIC-Z SONGS OBO CHESTERCHAZ PUBLISHING , UNIVERSAL MUSIC-Z SONGS OBO BIG BAD MR. HAHN MUSIC , UNIVERSAL MUSIC-Z SONGS OBO NONDISCLOSURE AGREEMENT MUSIC , UNIVERSAL MUSIC-Z SONGS OBO ROB BOURDON MUSIC , UNIVERSAL MUSIC-Z SONGS OBO KENJI KOBAYASHI MUSIC , UNIVERSAL MUSIC-Z SONGS OBO PANCAKEY CAKES MUSIC