LINKIN PARK LYRICS - Hands Held High

"Hands Held High"



Turn my mic up louder I got to say something

Light weights step to the side 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



These fuckers are laughing their way to the bank and cashing the cheque

Asking you to have compassion and 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?"



[Chorus:]

Amen

Amen

Amen

Amen

Amen



In my living room watching but I am not laughing

Cause when it gets tense I know what might happen



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 drugged under a jeep



Taken and bound and found later under a tree

I wonder if he had thought the next one could be me



Do you see the soldiers they're out today

They brush the dust from bullet proof 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



Meanwhile, the leader just talks away

Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay



And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day

both scared and angry like "what did he say?"



[Chorus x6]



[x6]

With hands held high into the sky so blue,

As the ocean opens up to swallow you.