Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
LINKIN PARK
LINKIN PARK
Interprète
Brad Delson
Brad Delson
Guitare principale
Joseph Hahn
Joseph Hahn
Chœurs
David "Dave" Campbell
David "Dave" Campbell
Direction d’orchestre
Phoenix
Phoenix
Chœurs
Rob Bourdon
Rob Bourdon
Batterie
Chester Bennington
Chester Bennington
Chœurs
Mike Shinoda
Mike Shinoda
Claviers
Larry Corbett
Larry Corbett
Violoncelle
Suzie Katayama
Suzie Katayama
Violoncelle
Oscar Hidalgo
Oscar Hidalgo
Contrebasse
Andrew Picken
Andrew Picken
Alto
Matthew "Matt" Funes
Matthew "Matt" Funes
Alto
Armen Garabedian
Armen Garabedian
Violon
Charlie Bisharat
Charlie Bisharat
Violon
Gerardo Hilera
Gerardo Hilera
Violon
Josefina Vergara
Josefina Vergara
Violon
Julian Hallmark
Julian Hallmark
Violon
Mario Deleon
Mario Deleon
Violon
Natalie Leggett
Natalie Leggett
Violon
Sara Parkins
Sara Parkins
Violon
Songa Lee
Songa Lee
Violon
Dave Farrell
Dave Farrell
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Brad Delson
Brad Delson
Paroles/Composition
Rob Bourdon
Rob Bourdon
Paroles/Composition
Chester Bennington
Chester Bennington
Paroles/Composition
Mike Shinoda
Mike Shinoda
Paroles/Composition
Dave Farrell
Dave Farrell
Paroles/Composition
Joseph Hahn
Joseph Hahn
Paroles/Composition
David Campbell
David Campbell
Arrangement des instruments à cordes
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
George Gumbs
George Gumbs
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Nicolas Fournier
Nicolas Fournier
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Phillip Broussard Jr.
Phillip Broussard Jr.
Assistance d’ingénierie
Mike Shinoda
Mike Shinoda
Production
Andrew Scheps
Andrew Scheps
Ingénierie
Dana Nielsen
Dana Nielsen
Ingénierie
Ethan Mates
Ethan Mates
Ingénierie
Neal Avron
Neal Avron
Ingénierie de mixage
Erich Talaba
Erich Talaba
Ingénierie
Dave Collins
Dave Collins
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Production

Paroles

[Verse 1]
Turn my mic up louder I got to say something
Lightweights step it aside when we come in
Feel it in your chest / the syllables get pumping
People on the street they panic and start running
Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming
I jump in my mind and summon the rhyme I'm dumping
Healing the blind I promise to let the sun in
Sick of the dark ways we march to the drum and
Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping
Fuck that / I wanna see some fists pumping
Risk something / take back what's yours
Say something that you know they might attack you for
'Cause I'm sick of being treated like I have before
Like it's stupid standing for what I'm standing for
Like this war's really just a different brand of war
Like it doesn't cater the rich and abandon poor
Like they understand you in the back of the jet
When you can't put gas in your tank
And these fuckers are laughing their way to the bank / cashing the check
Asking you to have compassion / have some respect
For a leader so nervous in an obvious way
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
In their living room laughing like what did he say
[Verse 2]
In my living room watching / I am not laughing
'Cause when it gets tense I know what might happen
The world is cold / the bold men take action
Have to react or get blown into fractions
Ten years old / it's something to see
Another kid my age drug under a Jeep
Taken and bound / and found later under a tree
I wonder if he thought the next one could be me
Do you see / the soldiers / they're out today
They brush the dust from bulletproof vests away
It's ironic / at times like this you pray
But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday
There's bombs in the buses / bikes / roads
Inside your market / your shops / your clothes
My dad he's got a lot of fear I know
But enough pride inside not to let that show
My brother had a book he would hold with pride
A little red cover with a broken spine
On the back / he hand wrote a quote inside:
"When the rich wage war it's the poor who die"
And meanwhile / the leader just talks away
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
The rest of the world watching at the end of the day
Both scared and angry like what did he say
[Chorus]
With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
Written by: Brad Delson, Chester Bennington, David Michael Farrell, Joe Hahn, Mike Shinoda, Rob Bourdon
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