Blackbird

[Mike Shinoda freestyle]

Drop the mic, get up
Take to the streets
Of Iraq, yeah, get up
Face full of teeth
When it´s hot, yeah, spit up
Tasting the beat
Like a beast

Rock on your block oversea

Speak from your gut
Like a rush of blood
Paint red on the stage
To the ones above
Lay the sick ones down
And the bells will ring
Put pennies on the eyes
Let the dead men sing

[Chester]

I shiver and shake
Through warm air cold
I´m alone
On my own
In every mistake
I dig this hole
Through my skin
And bones

It´s harder starting over
Then never to have changed

With blackbirds following me
I´m digging out my grave
They close in swallowing me
The pain it comes in waves
I´m getting back what I gave

I sweat through the sheets
As daylight fades
As I waste
Away
It traps me inside
Mistakes I´ve made
That´s the price
I pay

It´s harder starting over
Than never to have changed

With blackbirds following me
I´m digging out my grave
They close in swallowing me
The pain it comes in waves
I´m getting back
What I gave

[Mike Shinoda]

I drop to the floor
Like I did before
Stop watching I´m coughing
I can´t be more
What I want what I need
Over constant war
Like a well full of poison
A rotten core
The blood goes thin
The fever stings
And I shake from the hell
That the habits bring
Lay the sick ones down
The bells will ring
Put pennies on the eyes
Let the dead men sing

[Chester]

Blackbirds following me
I´m digging out my grave
They close in swallowing me
The pain it comes in waves
I´m getting back
What I gave

I´m getting back
What I gave

I´m getting back
What I gave