Album Name

Minutes To Midnight

Artist

LINKIN PARK

Genre

록/메탈

Release Date

2007.05.14

Release Agency

워너뮤직

Hands Held High - Linkin Park
Turn my mic up louder
I got to say somethin
Lightweights steppin' aside
when we comin
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
I jump on my mind
I summon the rhyme of dumping
Feeling the blind
I promise to let the sun in
Sick of the dark ways
we march to the drumming
Jump when they tell us
they want to see jumping
Fuck that I want to see
some fist 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 is really just
a different brand of war
Like it doesn't
cater to the rich
and an abandoned the poor
Like they understand you
in the back of the jet
When you can't put
gas in your tank
These fuckers are
laughing their way
to the bank and
cashing their cheque
asking you to have compassion
and to 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
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
The world is cold
The bold men take action
Have to react
To getting blown
into fractions
10 years old is
something to see
Another kid my age
drugged under a G
Taken and bound and found
later under a tree
I wonder if
he thought the next one
could be me
Do you see
The soldiers that
are out today
That brush the dust with
bulletproof 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 markets
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
In 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
and the rest of the world
watching at the end of the day
both scared and angry like
Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen
With Hands Held High
into a sky so blue
the ocean opens up
to swallow you
With Hands Held High
into a sky so blue
the ocean opens up
to swallow you
With Hands Held High
into a sky so blue
the ocean opens up
to swallow you
With Hands Held High
into a sky so blue
the ocean opens up
to swallow you
With Hands Held High
into a sky so blue
the ocean opens up
to swallow you
With Hands Held High
into a sky so blue
the ocean opens up
to swallow you