Frgt/10 (Alchemist Reanimation) - Linkin Park, Chali 2na, The Alchemist

From the top to the bottom

Bottom to top I stop

At the core, I m forgotten

In the middle of my thoughts

Taken far from my safety

The picture s there

The memory won t escape me We re stuck in a place so dark, you could hardly see

A manner of matter that splits, with the words I breathe

An as the rain drips, acidic questions around me I block out the sight of the powers that be An duck away into the darkness, times up I wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut

So tight that it blurs into the world of pretend

And the eyes ease open and it s dark again

From the top to the bottom

Bottom to top I stop

At the core, I m forgotten

In the middle of my thoughts

Taken far from my safety

The picture s there

The memory won t escape me Then why should I care

In the memory you ll find me Eyes burning up The darkness holding me tight within

Until the sun rises up Listen to the sound, dizzy from the ups and downs

An nauseated by the polluted rott, that s all around

Watchin the wheels of cars that pass I look past

To the last of the light and the long shadows it casts

A window grows and captures the eye

An cries out, a yellow light as it passes me by And a young shadowy figure sits in front of a box

Inside, a building of rock with antennas on top

Now, nothing can stop in this land of the pain

The sane lose, not knowing they were part of the game

An while the insides change, the box stays the same

And the figure inside could bear anybody s name

The memories I keep, are from a time like then

I put on my paper so I could come back to them

Someday I m hopin to close my eyes and pretend

That this crumpled up paper, can be perfect again

Yo From the top to the bottom

Bottom to top I stop

At the core, I m forgotten

In the middle of my thoughts

Taken far from my safety

The picture s there

The memory won t escape me

I m here at this podium talking, the ceremonial offerings

Dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspring

(What s happenin ?)

City governments are eternally nappin

Trapped in greedy covenants, causein urban collapsin

An bullets that scar souls, with dark holds, get more than your car stole

Some hearts be blacker than charcoal

(For real)

This society s deprivation depends

Not on our differences, but the separation within

No preparation is made, limited aide an minimum wage

Livin in a tenement cage for innocent pay

Tragedy within a parade

The darkness overspread like permanent plauge

An I m forgotten

In the memory you ll find me Eyes burning up The darkness holding me tight within

Until the sun rises up