Hands Held High Lyrics - Minutes To Midnight - Linkin Park

Turn my mic up louder, I got to say something 

Lightweights steppin' aside when we come in 

Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumping 

People on the street then panic and start running 

Words on loose leaf sheet, complete coming 

I jump in my mind, I 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 drumming 

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 had 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 to rich and abandon poor 

Like they understand you, in the back of their jet 

When you can't put gas in your tank, these fuckers 

Are laughing their way to the bank, and cashing their check 

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 the living room, laughing like, "What did he say?" 

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Amen 

Amen 

Amen 

Amen 

Amen 

In my living room watching it, But I am not laughing 

'Cause when it gets tense, I know what might happen 

The war is cold, the bold men take action 

Have to react to get blown into fractions 

At 10 years old, there'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 that are out today? 

They brush the dust from bulletproof vests away 

It's ironic, at times like this you'd pray 

But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday 

There's bombs on the buses, bikes, roads 

Inside your market, your shops, and 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 

Photos 

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

Both scared and angry, like "What did he say?" 

Amen 

Amen 

Amen 

Amen 

Amen 

With hands held high into a sky so blue 

The ocean opens up to swallow you 

With hands held high into a sky so blue 

The ocean opens up to swallow you 

With hands held high into a sky so blue 

The ocean opens up to swallow you 

With hands held high into a sky so blue 

The ocean opens up to swallow you 

With hands held high into a sky so blue 

The ocean opens up to swallow you 

With hands held high into a sky so blue 

The ocean opens up to swallow you