Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rakim
Vocals
Brad Delson
Background Vocals
Rob Bourdon
Drums
Chester Bennington
Lead Vocals
Dave Farrell
Bass Guitar
Joe Hahn
DJ
Mike Shinoda
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brad Delson
Songwriter
Michael Kenji Shinoda
Songwriter
Rob Bourdon
Songwriter
Mike Shinoda
Songwriter
Chester Bennington
Songwriter
Dave Farrell
Songwriter
Joe Hahn
Songwriter
William Griffin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brad Delson
Producer
Rich Morales
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Alejandro Baima
Assistant Engineer
Brendan Dekora
Assistant Engineer
Jennifer Langdon
Assistant Engineer
Jerry Johnson
Drum Technician
Ethan Mates
Engineer
Warren Willis
Equipment Technician
Emily Lazar
Mastering Engineer
Andy Wallace
Mixing Engineer
Delbert "Del" Bowers
Recording Engineer
Mike Shinoda
Producer
Testi
Tell us all again
What you think we should be
What the answers are
What it is we can't see
Tell us all again
How to do what you say
How to fall in line
How there's no other way
But oh, we all know
You're guilty all the same
Too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger
But there's no one else to blame
You're guilty all the same
Too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger
But there's no one else to blame
You're guilty all the same
Show us all again
That our hands are unclean
That we're unprepared
That you have what we need
Show us all again
'Cause we cannot be saved
'Cause the end is near
Now there's no other way
And oh, you will know
You're guilty all the same
Too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger
But there's no one else to blame
You're guilty all the same
Too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger
But there's no one else to blame
There's no one else to blame
Guilty all the same (all the same, all the same...)
Guilty all the same (all the same, all the same...)
You're guilty all the same
Yeah, you already know what it is
Can y'all explain, what kind of man is destined?
When a man has plans of being rich
If he falls off his plans, he's wealthy?
Dirty money scheme, a clean split
Nonsense the same, he didn't call for this, he's filthy
Talk team, they take the paper route
All they think about is bank accounts, assets and realty
Anybody's expense, no shame with a clear conscience
No regrets and guilt free (guilt free), you claim that ain't the way that he built me (built me)
Smoke scream, we're going in flames (flames)
Know as soon as they're done what the deal be (deal be)
Say it's time for things to change (change)
We arrange that dope product we built cheap (built cheap)
Anything if it's more to gain
Dream, manipulated like artists, it's real deep
Until no more remains, but I'm still me
Like authentic hip-hop and rock, to pop and radio
And record companies kill me
Try to force me to strain it, no way
They got the gall to say, "yo, how real can real be?"
You feel me? you will see, the greed will be to blame
Greedy for the fame, TV or a name
Media, the game, to me your all the same
You're guilty (you're guilty, you're guilty...)
You're guilty all the same
Too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger
But there's no one else to blame
You're guilty all the same
Too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger
But there's no one else to blame
There's no one else to blame
Guilty all the same (all the same...)
Guilty all the same (all the same...)
Guilty all the same
Writer(s): Mike Shinoda, Chester Charles Bennington, Joseph Hahn, Brad Delson, William Griffin, Rob Bourdon, David Farrell
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