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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brad Delson
Brad Delson
Lead Guitar
Joseph Hahn
Joseph Hahn
Sampler
Chester Bennington
Chester Bennington
Vocals
Dave Farrell
Dave Farrell
Bass Guitar
Mike Shinoda
Mike Shinoda
Vocals
Rob Bourdon
Rob Bourdon
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brad Delson
Brad Delson
Songwriter
David Michael Farrell
David Michael Farrell
Songwriter
Joseph Hahn
Joseph Hahn
Songwriter
Michael Kenji Shinoda
Michael Kenji Shinoda
Songwriter
Chester Bennington
Chester Bennington
Songwriter
Rob Bourdon
Rob Bourdon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
George Gumbs
George Gumbs
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nicolas Fournier
Nicolas Fournier
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Phillip Broussard
Phillip Broussard
Assistant Engineer
Andrew Scheps
Andrew Scheps
Engineer
Dana Nielsen
Dana Nielsen
Engineer
Ethan Mates
Ethan Mates
Engineer
Neal Avron
Neal Avron
Mixing Engineer
Mark Santangelo
Mark Santangelo
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Mike Shinoda
Mike Shinoda
Producer
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Producer
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Drop like, "Get up," and take to the streets
Better lock that kid up, face full of teeth
When he hock that spit up, pacing the beat like a beast
Rockin' your block on repeat
Speak from the cut like a rush of blood
Paint red on the sleeves of the ones you love
Lay the sick ones down and the bells will ring
Put pennies on the eyes, let the dead men sing
[Verse 2]
I shiver and shake the 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 than never to have changed
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
I sweat through the sheet 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
[Verse 5]
With blackbirds following me
I'm digging out my grave
They close in, swallowing me
The pain, it comes in waves (Yeah)
I'm getting back what I gave
[Verse 6]
I dropped to the floor like I did before
Stopwatch and I'm coughing, I can't be more
What I want and what I need are at 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
[Verse 7]
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
Written by: Brad Delson, Chester Charles Bennington, David Michael Farrell, Joseph Hahn, Michael Kenji Shinoda, Mike Shinoda, Robert Gregory Bourdon
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