Frgt/10 Lyrics - Linkin Park

1 ''From the top to the bottom (Bottom to top I stop)

2 At the core I've forgotten (In the middle of my thoughts)

3 Taken far from my safety (The picture's there)

4 The memory won't escape me''

5 We're stuck in a place so dark, you can hardly see

6 A manner of matter that splits with the words I breathe

7 And as the rain drips acidic questions around me

8 I block out the sight of the powers that be

9 And duck away into the darkness, times up

10 I wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut

11 So tight that it blurs into the world of pretend

12 Then the eyes ease open and it's dark again

13 ''From the top to the bottom (Bottom to top I stop)

14 At the core I've forgotten (In the middle of my thoughts)

15 Taken far from my safety (The picture's there)

16 The memory won't escape me (But why should I care?)''

17 In the memory you'll find me

18 Eyes burning up

19 The darkness holding me tightly

20 Until the sun rises up

21 Listen to the sound, dizzy from the ups and downs

22 And nauseated by the polluted rock that's all around

23 Watchin' the wheels of cars that pass

24 I look past to the last of the light and the long shadows it casts

25 A window grows, captures the eye

26 And cries out a yellow light as it passes me by

27 And a young, shadowy figure sits in front of a box

28 Inside a building of rock with antennas on top

29 Now, nothing can stop in this land of the pain

30 The sane lose, not knowing they were part of the game

31 And while the insides change, the box stays the same

32 And the figure inside could bear anybody's name

33 The memories I keep are from a time like then

34 I put on my paper so I could come back to them

35 Someday I'm hopin' to close my eyes and pretend

36 That this crumpled up paper can be perfect again

37 From the top to the bottom (Bottom to top I stop)

38 At the core I've forgotten (In the middle of my thoughts)

39 Taken far from my safety (The picture's there)

40 The memory won't escape me

41 I'm here at this podium talking, the ceremonial offerings

42 Dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspring

43 What's happening?

44 City governments are eternally napping

45 Trapped in gritty covenants, causin' urban collapsing

46 Bullets that scar souls, with dark holds, get more than your car stole

47 Some hearts be blacker than charcoal for real

48 This society's deprivation depends, not on our differences

49 But the separation within

50 No preparation is made, limited aid, and minimum wage

51 Livin' in a tenement cage where rent isn't paid

52 Tragedy within a parade

53 The darkness overspreads like a permanent plague

54 I'm the forgotten

55 In the memory you'll find me

56 Eyes burning up

57 The darkness holding me tightly

58 Until the sun rises up