Until It Breaks / Waiting For The End (medley)
Linkin Park
This is something for your people on the block to/black out and rock to
Give you whatcha need like Papa/Who shot ya
Separate the weak from the obsolete, you're meek, I creep hard on imposters
And switch styles on the dime/Quick witted ya’ll
Quit tripping I don’t have time for your crying
I grind tough, sucka, make your mind up
Are you in the firing squad or are you in the line-up?
Bang bang/Little monkey man playing
With the big guns will only get you slain and I ain’t playing
I’m just saying
You ain’t gotta sliver of a chance
I get iller, I deliver/While you quiver in your pants
So shake shake down/Money, here’s the break down
You can play the bank/I’ma play the bank take down
And no mistakes now/I’m coming to getcha
I’m just a Banksy/You’re a brainwash, get the picture?
It’s like that
This is not the end, this is not the beginning
Just a voice like a riot rocking every revision
But you listen to the tone and the violent rhythm and
Though the words sound steady, something empty's within 'em
We say yeah
With fists flying up in the air
Like we're holding onto something that's invisible there
'Cause we're living at the mercy of the pain and fear
Until we dead it
Forget it
Let it all disappear
Waiting for the end to come
Wishing I had strength to stand
This is not what I had planned
It's out of my control
Flying at the speed of light
Thoughts were spinning in my head
So many things were left unsaid
It's hard to let you go
(Oh) I know what it takes to move on
(Oh) I know how it feels to lie
All I wanna do is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven't got
Sitting in an empty room
Trying to forget the past
This was never meant to last
I wish it wasn't so
(Oh) I know what it takes to move on
(Oh) I know how it feels to lie
All I wanna do is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven't got
What was left when that fire was gone
I thought it felt right but that right was wrong
All caught up in the eye of the storm
And trying to figure out what it's like moving on
And I don't even know what kind of things I've said
My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead
So, Picking up the pieces now where to begin
The hardest part of ending is starting again
All I wanna do is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven't got
This is not the end, this is not the beginning
Just a voice like a riot rocking every revision
But you listen to the tone and the violent rhythm and
Though the words sound steady, something empty's within 'em
We say yeah
With fists flying up in the air
Like we're holding onto something that's invisible there
'Cause we're living at the mercy of the pain and fear
Until we dead it
Forget it
Let it all disappear
(Holding on to what I haven't got)
