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Thursday, August 02, 2007 @ 10:29 PM
YAY! FINALLY! The song that I have wanted every since . . . _ _ _ . . . has already came up with the video. Though it was nicer at . . . _ _ _ . . . it's still acceptable. BTW, I wonder how they shout like that without losing their voice! should really learn from them if I want to become a cheerleader next time. xD [Mike Shinoda] Yea here we go for the hundredth time, Hand grenade pins in every line, Throw 'em up and let something shine. Going out of my f**king 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 to 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. [Chester Bennington] (Chorus) 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. [Mike Shinoda] I bleed it out. Go, stop the show. Choppy words and 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 rolling in every verse. Candy paint on his brand new hearse. Can't contain him, he knows he works. F**k this hurts, I won't lie. Doesn't matter how hard I try. Half the words don't mean a thing, And I know that I won't be satisfied. So why, try ignoring him. Make it a dirt dance floor again. Say your prayers and stomp it out, When they bring that chorus in. [Chester Bennington] (Chorus) 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. I've opened up these scars, I'll make you face this. I pull myself apart, I'll make you face this now. 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, 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. [3X] |