Frgt10 Lyrics - Linkin Park

1 From the top to the bottom

2 Bottom to top I stop

3 At the core I've forgotten

4 In the middle of my thoughts

5 Taken far from my safety

6 The picture's there

7 The memory won't escape me

8 We're stuck in a place so dark

9 You can hardly see

10 The manner of matter that splits with the words I breathe

11 And as the rain drips acidic questions around me

12 I block out the sight and the powers that be

13 And duck away into the darkness

14 Times up

15 I wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut so tight that it blurs into the world of pretend

16 And the eyes ease open

17 And it's dark again

18 From the top to the bottom

19 Bottom to top I stop

20 At the core I've forgotten

21 In the middle of my thoughts

22 Taken far from my safety

23 The picture's there

24 The memory won't escape me

25 But why should I care?

26 In the memory you'll find me

27 Eyes burning up

28 The darkness holding me tightly

29 Until the sun rises up

30 Listen to the sound

31 Dizzy from the ups and downs

32 I'm nauseated by the polluted rot that's all around

33 Watching the wheels of cars that pass

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

35 A window grows, captures the eye

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

37 And a young shadowy figure sits in front of a box

38 Inside a building of rock with antennas on top, now

39 Nothing can stop in this land of the pain

40 The sane lose not knowing they were part of the game

41 And while the insides change

42 The box stays the same and the figure inside could bear anybody's name

43 The memories I keep are from a time like then

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

45 Someday I'm hoping to close my eyes and pretend

46 That this crumpled up paper can be perfect again

47 Yo, from the top to the bottom

48 Bottom to top I stop

49 At the core I've forgotten

50 In the middle of my thoughts

51 Taken far from my safety

52 The picture's there

53 The memory won't escape me

54 I'm here at this podium talking

55 The ceremonial offerings dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspring

56 What's happening?

57 City governments are eternally napping

58 Trapped in greedy covenants

59 Causing urban collapse

60 And bullets that scar souls with dark holes

61 Get more than your car stole, some parts be blacker than charcoal, for real

62 This society's deprivation depends not on our differences but the separation within

63 No preparation is made

64 Limited aid, minimum wage

65 Living in a tenement cage where rent isn't paid

66 Tragedy within a parade

67 The darkness overspreads like a permanent plague

68 I'm the forgotten

69 In the memory you'll find me

70 Eyes burning up

71 The darkness holding me tightly

72 Until the sun rises up