[00:00.00] 作词 : Bradford Philip Delson/Chester Charles Bennington/David Michael Farrell/Joseph Hahn/Michael Kenji Shinoda/Robert Gregory Bourdon
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Bradford Philip Delson/Chester Charles Bennington/David Michael Farrell/Joseph Hahn/Michael Kenji Shinoda/Robert Gregory Bourdon
[00:03.60]Turn my mic up louder, I've got to say something
[00:07.37]Lightweights stepping aside when we come in
[00:10.40]Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumpin
[00:12.88]People on the street, they panic and start running
[00:15.40]Words on loose leaf sheets complete coming
[00:17.80]I jump in my mind, I summon the rhyme I'm dumping
[00:20.43]Healing the blind, I promise to let the sun in
[00:23.09]Sick of the dark ways we march to the drumming
[00:25.82]Jump when they tell us that they want to see jumping
[00:28.36] that, I want to see some fists pumping
[00:30.90]Risk something
[00:31.89]Take back what's yours
[00:33.27]Say something that you know they might attack you for
[00:35.74]'Cause I'm sick of being treated like I had before
[00:38.44]Like I'm stupid standing for what I'm standing for
[00:40.91]Like this war's really just a different brand of war
[00:43.88]Like it doesn't cater to rich and abandon poor
[00:46.51]Like they understand you in the back of the jet
[00:49.11]When you can't put gas in your tank
[00:50.98]These are laughing their way to the bank
[00:53.20]And cashing their check
[00:54.20]Asking you to have compassion, have some respect
[00:56.79]For a leader so nervous in an obvious way
[00:59.16]Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
[01:01.88]And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
[01:04.27]In the living room, laughing, like, what did he say?
[01:07.38]
[01:13.01]You with us? Are you with us right now?

作词 : Bradford Philip Delson/Chester Charles Bennington/David Michael Farrell/Joseph Hahn/Michael Kenji Shinoda/Robert Gregory Bourdon
作曲 : Bradford Philip Delson/Chester Charles Bennington/David Michael Farrell/Joseph Hahn/Michael Kenji Shinoda/Robert Gregory Bourdon
Turn my mic up louder, I've got to say something
Lightweights stepping aside when we come in
Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumpin
People on the street, they panic and start running
Words on loose leaf sheets 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 want to see jumping
that, I want to 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 I'm 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 the jet
When you can't put gas in your tank
These are laughing their way to the bank
And cashing their 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 the living room, laughing, like, what did he say?
You with us? Are you with us right now?