Linkin Park - Frgt/10 (Alchemist feat. Chali 2na) (5.1 mix) lyrics

From the top to the bottom (Bottom to top I stop) At the core I've forgotten (In the middle of my thoughts) Taken far from my safety (The picture's there) The memory won't escape me We're stuck in a place so dark, you can hardly see A manner of matter that splits with the words I breathe And as the rain drips acidic questions around me I block out the sight of the powers that be And duck away into the darkness, times up I wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut So tight that it blurs into the world of pretend Then the eyes ease open and it's dark again From the top to the bottom (Bottom to top I stop) At the core I've forgotten (In the middle of my thoughts) Taken far from my safety (The picture's there) The memory won't escape me (But why should I care?) In the memory you'll find me Eyes burning up The darkness holding me tightly Until the sun rises up Listen to the sound, dizzy from the ups and downs And nauseated by the polluted rock that's all around Watchin' the wheels of cars that pa** I look past to the last of the light and the long shadows it casts A window grows, captures the eye And cries out a yellow light as it pa**es me by And a young, shadowy figure sits in front of a box Inside a building of rock with antennas on top Now, nothing can stop in this land of the pain The sane lose, not knowing they were part of the game And while the insides change, the box stays the same And the figure inside could bear anybody's name The memories I keep are from a time like then I put on my paper so I could come back to them Someday I'm hopin' to close my eyes and pretend That this crumpled up paper can be perfect again From the top to the bottom (Bottom to top I stop) At the core I've forgotten (In the middle of my thoughts) Taken far from my safety (The picture's there) The memory won't escape me I'm here at this podium talking, the ceremonial offerings Dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspring What's happening? City governments are eternally napping Trapped in gritty covenants, causin' urban collapsing Bullets that scar souls, with dark holds, get more than your car stole Some hearts be blacker than charcoal for real This society's deprivation depends, not on our differences But the separation within No preparation is made, limited aid, and minimum wage Livin' in a tenement cage where rent isn't paid Tragedy within a parade The darkness overspreads like a permanent plague I'm the forgotten In the memory you'll find me Eyes burning up The darkness holding me tightly Until the sun rises up