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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
LINKIN PARK
Performer
Brad Delson
Lead Guitar
Chester Charles Bennington
Vocals
Joseph Hahn
Background Vocals
David "Dave" Campbell
Conductor
Phoenix
Background Vocals
Rob Bourdon
Drums
Mike Shinoda
Keyboards
Larry Corbett
Cello
Suzie Katayama
Cello
Oscar Hidalgo
Double Bass
Andrew Picken
Viola
Matthew "Matt" Funes
Viola
Armen Garabedian
Violin
Charlie Bisharat
Violin
Gerardo Hilera
Violin
Josefina Vergara
Violin
Julian Hallmark
Violin
Mario Deleon
Violin
Natalie Leggett
Violin
Sara Parkins
Violin
Songa Lee
Violin
Dave Farrell
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brad Delson
Songwriter
Chester Bennington
Songwriter
Dave Farrell
Songwriter
Joseph Hahn
Songwriter
Mike Shinoda
Songwriter
Rob Bourdon
Songwriter
David Campbell
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
George Gumbs
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nicolas Fournier
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Phillip Broussard Jr.
Assistant Engineer
Mike Shinoda
Producer
Andrew Scheps
Engineer
Dana Nielsen
Engineer
Ethan Mates
Engineer
Neal Avron
Mixing Engineer
Erich Talaba
Engineer
Dave Collins
Mastering Engineer
Rick Rubin
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Turn my mic up louder I got to say something
Lightweights step it aside 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
And these fuckers are laughing their way to the bank / cashing the check
Asking you to have compassion / 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
[Verse 2]
In my living room watching / I am not laughing
'Cause when it gets tense I know what might happen
The 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 drug under a Jeep
Taken and bound / and found later under a tree
I wonder if he thought the next one could be me
Do you see / the soldiers / they're out today
They brush the dust from bulletproof 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"
And meanwhile / the leader just talks away
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
The rest of the world watching at the end of the day
Both scared and angry like what did he say
[Chorus]
With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
Written by: Brad Delson, Chester Charles Bennington, David Michael Farrell, Joseph Hahn, Michael Kenji Shinoda, Robert Gregory Bourdon