Linkin Park Hands Held High (DJ Rch V Ru) минус

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Текст песни «Hands Held High (DJ Rch V Ru)»
  
 
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.
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