Linkin Park - Hands Held High Live

“Turn my mike 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?“ 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 da