Linkin Park Hands Held High Lyrics

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 to 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 and cashing the 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 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

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 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 on 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 a sky so blue

As the ocean opens up to swallow you