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 is there The memory won't escape me But why should I care (2x)
There's a place so dark you can't see the end (Skies cock back) and shock that which can't defend The rain then sends dripping acidic questions Forcefully, the power of suggestion Then with the eyes shut looking thought the rust and rottendust A small spot of light floods the floor And pours over the rusted world of pretend The eyes ease open and its 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 is 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
Moving all around Screaming of the ups and downs Pollution manifested in perpetual sound The wheels go round and the sunset creeps past the Street lamps, chain-link, and concrete A little piece of paper with a picture drawn Floats on down the street till the wind is gone The memory now is like the picture was then When the paper's crumpled up it can't 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 is there The memory won't escape me But why should I care (2x)
In the memory you'll find me Eyes burning up The darkness holding me tightly Until the sun rises up
Now you got me caught in the act You bring the thought back I'm telling you that I see it right through you (7x)
In the memory you'll find me Eyes burning up The darkness holding me tightly Until the sun rises up (2x)
Compositores: Bradford Philip Delson, Michael Kenji Shinoda, Joseph Hahn, Mark Wakefield, Robert G Bourdon (Bourdon Robert), David Michael Farrell, Chester Charles Bennington ECAD: Obra #916403 Fonograma #887156