Versuri Linkin Park - Hands Held High

Turn my mike up louder,
I got to say something.
Light weight step it  aside,
when we coming.
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 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.
f**k
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 a stupid standing for
what I’m standing for.
Like this war  is 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 their  way
to the bank and cashing their check
asking you to have compassion and  to have some
respect.
 
For a leader so nervous
in un-obvious ways
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 do we 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.
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,
Taking about 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 coves,
My  dad, he’s got a lot of fear I know
but
enough pride inside 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 what do we say?
 
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen.
 
These hands held high
into a sky so blue
the ocean opens up
to  swallow you.
 
These hands held high
into a sky so blue
the ocean
opens up
to  swallow you.
 
These hands held high
into a sky so blue
the ocean opens up
to  swallow you.
These hands held high
into a sky so blue
the ocean opens up
to  swallow you.
 
These hands held high
into a
sky so blue
the ocean opens up
to  swallow you.
 
These hands held high
into a sky so blue
the ocean opens up
to  swallow you.