Chester Charles Bennington Bleed It Out, Linkin Park

Yeah, here we go for the hundredth time Hand grenade pins in every line Throw em up and let something shine Going out of my fucking mind Filthy mouth, no excuse Find a new place to hang this noose String me up from atop these roofs Knot it tight so I won t get loose Truth is, you can stop and stare Bled myself out and no one cares Dug a trench out, laid down there With a shovel up out of reach somewhere Yeah, someone pour it in Make it a dirt dance floor again Say your prayers and stomp it out When they bring that chorus in I bleed it out Digging deeper just to throw it away I bleed it out Digging deeper just to throw it away I bleed it out Digging deeper just to throw it away Just to throw it away Just to throw it away I bleed it out Go, stop the show Choppy words in a sloppy flow Shotgun opera, lock and load Cock it back and then watch it go Mama, help me, I ve been cursed Death is