Hand Held HighArtist : Linkin Park

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 in my mind and 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 drum and
 
Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping
Fuck that I wanna see some fists 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'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 their way to the bank and cashing the cheque
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
 
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
In their living room laughing like "what did he say?"
 
[Chorus:]
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 or get blown into fractions
 
Ten 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 they're out today
They brush the dust from 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
 
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
both scared and angry like "what did he say?"
 
[Chorus x6]
 
[x6]
With hands held high into the sky so blue,
As the ocean opens up to swallow you.