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INTERPRÉTATION
Brad Delson
Guitare principale
Joseph Hahn
Chœurs
Rob Bourdon
Batterie
Mike Shinoda
Claviers
Suzie Katayama
Violoncelle
Oscar Hidalgo
Contrebasse
Andrew Picken
Alto
Matthew "Matt" Funes
Alto
Armen Garabedian
Violon
Charlie Bisharat
Violon
Gerardo Hilera
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Josefina Vergara
Violon
Julian Hallmark
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Mario Deleon
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Natalie Leggett
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Sara Parkins
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Chester Bennington
Chœurs
Dave Farrell
Basse
David Campbell
Direction d’orchestre
Songa Lee‐Kitto
Violon
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Brad Delson
Paroles/Composition
Joseph Hahn
Paroles/Composition
Chester Bennington
Paroles/Composition
Dave Farrell
Paroles/Composition
Mike Shinoda
Paroles/Composition
Rob Bourdon
Paroles/Composition
David Campbell
Arrangement des instruments à cordes
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
George Gumbs
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Nicolas Fournier
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Phillip Broussard Jr.
Assistance d’ingénierie
Mike Shinoda
Production
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Ingénierie
Dana Nielsen
Ingénierie
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Ingénierie
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Ingénierie de mixage
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Ingénierie
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Production
Paroles
Turn my mic up louder, I got to say somethin'
Lightweight step it aside when we comin'
Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumpin
People on the street, they panic and start runnin
Words on loose leaf sheet complete comin
I jump on my mind, I summon the rhyme I'm dumpin
Healin' the blind, I promise to let the sun in
Sick of the dark ways, we march to the drummin
Jump when they tell us they want to see jumpin
Fuck that! I want to see some fists pumpin
Risk somethin', take back what's yours
Say somethin' that you know they might attack you for
Cause I'm sick of bein' treated like I have before
Like I'm stupid standin for what I'm standin for
Like this war's really just a different brand of war
Like it doesn't cater to rich and abandon poor
Like they understand you in the back of the jet
When you can't put gas in your tank
These fuckers are laughin their way to the bank and cashin' the check
Askin' you to have compassion and have some respect
For a leader so nervous in an obvious way
Stutterin and mumblin for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watchin at the end of the day
In their livin room laughin like, "What did he say?"
Writer(s): Brad Delson, Mike Shinoda, Joseph Hahn, Chester Charles Bennington, Robert G. Bourdon, David Farrell
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