Blackbirds: Linkin Park

Drop the mic, get up

Take to the streets of Iraq

Get up

Face full of teeth

When it's hot, spit up

Tasting the beat

Like a beast

Rock on your block oversea

Speak from your gut

Like a rush of blood

Paint red on the stage

To the ones above

Lay the sick ones down

And the bells will ring

Put pennies on the eyes

Let the dead men sing

I shiver and shake

Through warm air cold

I'm alone

On my own

In every mistake

I dig this hole

Through my skin and bones

It's harder starting over

Than never to have changed

With blackbirds following me

I'm digging out my grave

They close in, swallowing me

The pain it comes in waves

I'm getting back what I gave

I sweat through the sheets

As daylight fades as I waste away

It traps me inside

Mistakes I've made

That's the price I pay

It's harder starting over

Than never to have changed

With blackbirds following me

I'm digging out my grave

They close in swallowing me

The pain it comes in waves

I'm getting back what I gave

I drop to the floor

Like I did before

Stop watching I'm coughing

I can't be more

What I want what I need

Over constant war

Like a well full of poison

A rotten core

The blood goes thin

The fever stings

And I shake from the hell

That the habits bring

Lay the sick ones down

The bells will ring

Put pennies on the eyes

Let the dead men sing

Blackbirds following me

I'm digging out my grave

They close in, swallowing me

The pain it comes in waves

I'm getting back what I gave

I'm getting back what I gave

I'm getting back what I gave