Waiting for the End / Until it Breaks (Live) - Linkin Park (林肯公园)

This is something for your people

On the block to black out and rock to

Give you whatcha need like papa who shot ya

Separate the weak from the obscure

Lead your meek I creep hard on imposters

And switch styles on the dime quick witted ya'll quit tripping

I don't have time for your crying

I grind tough sucka make your mind up

Are you in the firing squad or are you in the line-up

Bang bang little monkey man playing

With the big guns will only

Get you slain and I ain't playing

I'm just saying you ain't gotta sliver of a chance

I get iller I deliver

While you quiver in your pants

So shake shake down money here's the break down

You can play the bank I'ma play the bank take down

And no mistakes now I'm coming to getcha

I'm just a banksy you're a brainwash get the picture

Like that that that that thatthat

I say one fist up like this

This is not the end this is not the beginning

Just a voice like a riot rocking every remission

Once you listen to the tone in a violent rhythm

And all the words sound steady so nobody forget 'em

Say yeah with fists flying up in the air

Like we're holding onto something that's invisible there

'Cuz we're living at the mercy of the painted riviere

Until we get it forget it let it all disappear

Waiting for the end to come

Wishing I had strength to stand

This is not what I had planned

It's out of my control

Flying at the speed of light

Thoughts were spinning in my head

So many things were left unsaid

It's hard to let you go

I know what it takes to move on

I know how it feels to lie

All I wanna do is trade this life for something new

Holding on to what I haven't got

Sitting in an empty room

Trying to forget the past

This was never meant to last

I wish it wasn't so

I know what it takes to move on

I know how it feels to lie

All I wanna do is trade this life for something new

Holding on to what I haven't got

Yo yo what was that when I thought it was done

I thought it felt right but the right was wrong

All caught up in the eye of the storm

And trying to figure out what it's like moving on

And I don't even know what kind of things I said

My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead

So picking up the pieces now where to begin

The hardest part of that is starting again go

All I wanna do is trade this life for something new

Holding on to what I haven't got

This is not the end this is not the beginning

Just a voice like a riot rocking every remission

Once you listen to the tone in a violent rhythm

And all the words sound steady so nobody forget 'em

Say yeah with fists flying up in the air

Like we're holding onto something that's invisible there

'Cuz we're living at the mercy of the painted riviere

Until we get it forget it let it all disappear

Holding on to what I haven't got

Holding on to what I haven't got

Holding on to what I haven't got

Thank you