Linkin Park - Blackbirds-Instrumental(rap version) | Текст песни

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Drop like get up
Take to the streets
On Iraq, yeah, get up
Face full of teeth
When it's hot, yeah, spit up
Tasting the beat
Like a beast
(No idea what he's saying here..)
Speak from your gut like a rush of blood
Gave red on the face to the ones you love
Lay the sick ones down and the bells will ring
Put pennies on their eyes, let the dead men sing

I shiver and shake through warm and cold and alone,
On my own
In every mistake I dig this hole through my skin
And bones

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

I sweat through the sheet as daylight breaks
As I waste away
It traps me inside mistakes I 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

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 their eyes, let the dead men sing

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

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