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Текст песни Linkin Park - Frgt/10

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Текст песни Linkin Park - Frgt/10




(feat. Alchemist, Chali 2na)From the top to the bottomBottom to top I stopAt the core I’ve forgottenIn the middle of my thoughtsTaken far from my safetyThe picture’s there( )The memory won’t escape meWe’re stuck in a place so darkYou can hardly seeThe manner of matter that splits with the words I breatheAnd as the rain drips acidic questions around meI block out the sight and the powers that beAnd duck away into the darknessTimes upI wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut so tight that it blurs into the world of pretendAnd the eyes ease openAnd it’s dark againFrom the top to the bottomBottom to top I stopAt the core I’ve forgottenIn the middle of my thoughtsTaken far from my safetyThe picture’s thereThe memory won’t escape meBut why should I care?In the memory you’ll find meEyes burning upThe darkness holding me tightlyUntil the sun rises upListen to the soundDizzy from the ups and downsI’m nauseated by the polluted rot that’s all aroundWatching the wheels of cars that passI look past to the last of the light and the long shadows it castsA window grows and captures the eyeAnd cries out a yellow light as it passes me byAnd a young shadowy figure sits in front of a boxInside a building of rock with antennas on top, nowNothing can stop in this land of the painThe sane lose not knowing they were part of the gameAnd while the insides changeThe box stays the same and the figure inside could bear anybody’s nameThe memories I keep are from a time like thenI put on my paper so I could come back to themSomeday I’m hoping to close my eyes and pretendThat this crumpled up paper can be perfect againYo, from the top to the bottomBottom to top I stopAt the core I’ve forgottenIn the middle of my thoughtsTaken far from my safetyThe picture’s thereThe memory won’t escape meI’m here at this podium talkingThe ceremonial offerings dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspringWhat’s happening?City governments are eternally nappingTrapped in greedy covenantsCausing urban collapseAnd bullets that scar souls with dark holesGet more than your car stole, some parts be blacker than charcoal, for realThis society’s deprivation depends now on our differences but the separation withinNo preparation is madeLimited aid, minimum wageLiving in a tenement cage where rent isn't paidTragedy within a paradeThe darkness overspreads like a permanent plagueI’m the forgottenIn the memory you’ll find meEyes burning upThe darkness holding me tightlyUntil the sun rises up