Bleed It Out - Linkin Park

Here we go for the hundredth time, hand grenade pins in every line.

Throw 'em up and let something shine, going out of my fuckin' 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 the 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.

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.

Fuck this hurts / I won't lie, doesn't matter how hard I try.

Half the words don't mean a thing and I know 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.

I open up these scars, I'll make you face this.

I pull myself apart, I'll make you face this.

I open up these scars, I'll make you face this now.