Linkin Park - Bleed it Out/Reading My Eyes/Drum Solo/A Place for My Head(Live) | Текст песни

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• Linkin Park
• Bleed it Out/Reading My Eyes/Drum Solo/A Place for My Head(Live)

Yeah, here we go for the hundredth time
Hand grenade pins in every line
Throw ‘em up and let something shine
Going out of my fucking mind
Filthy mouth, no excuse
Find a new place to hang this noose
String me up from atop these roofs
Knot it tight so I won’t get loose
Truth is, you can stop and stare
Run myself out and no one cares
Dug the trench out, laid down there
With a shovel up that’ll reach somewhere
Yeah, someone pour it in
Make it a dirt dance floor again
Say your prayers and stomp it out
When they bring that chorus in

I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away
Just to throw it away, just to throw it away

I bleed it out, go, stop the show
Drop your words and let sloppy flow
Shotgun, opera, lock and load
Cock it back and then watch it go
Mama, help me, I’ve been cursed
Death is rollin’ in every verse
Candy paint on his brand new hearse
Can’t contain him, he knows he works
Fuck, this hurts, I won’t lie
Doesn’t matter how hard I try
Half the words don’t mean a thing
And I know that I won’t be satisfied
So I try ignoring him
Make it a dirt dance floor again
Say your prayers and stomp it out
When they bring that chorus in

I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away
Just to throw it away, just to throw it away

I bleed it out, I’ve opened up these scars
I’ll make you face this
I’ve pulled myself so far
I’ll make you face this now

The chevy undressed
Stupid dope fresh tight shit resurrector
Top gun man mod best of the besta
The living MC peace and resta
Still tested the flexed gunna
The make funna the appisary make runna
Make summa cold with rhymes that spit
Get gifted, lifted, delinquent wit
I be the prophet, in my hand
Top it, stop it, felt like rockin when I rock it
Locked it down with this perverse verse
Every fuckin curse I burst to hurt
Room crowds physical fitness rhymes
Coke heads couldn't do my lines
Decorated like Christmas pines with Italian rocks
MCs become silhouettes in shock

I watch how the moon sits in the sky
On a dark night shining with the light from the sun
The sun doesn't give light to the moon
Assuming the moon's going to owe it one
It makes me think of how you act to me
You do favors and then rapidly
You just turn around and start asking me about
Things you want back from me

I'm sick of the tension, sick of the hunger
Sick of you acting like I owe you this
Find another place to feed your greed
While I find a place to rest [x2]

'cause you try to take the best of me
Go away (8x)

I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away
Just to throw it away, just to throw it away