LINKIN PARK-HANDS HELD HIGH LYRICS

Turn my mic up louder, I
got to say something
Lightweights steppin'
aside when we come in
Feel it in your chest, the
syllables get pumping
People on the street
then panic and start
running
Words on loose leaf
sheet, complete coming
I jump in my mind, I
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 drumming
Jump when they tell us
that they wanna see
jumping
Fuck that, I wanna see
some fists pumping
List 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 it's 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 their
jet
When you can't put gas
in your tank, these
fuckers
Are laughing their way to
the bank, and cashing
their 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 the living room,
laughing like, "What did
he say?"

Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen

In my living room
watching it, 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 get
blown into fractions
At 10 years old, it's
something 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, and 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

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