[NOTE: "Jornada del Muerto" is Spanish for "Day of the Dead".from the album "Minutes to Midnight"
GIVEN UP
Wake in a sweat again, another day's been laid to waste in my disgrace.
Stuck in my head again, feels like I'll never leave this place, there's no escape.
I'm my own worst enemy.
I've given up, I'm sick of feeling, is there nothing you can say?
Take this all away, I'm suffocating, tell me what the fuck is wrong with me.
I don't know what to take, thought I was focused but I'm scared, I'm not prepared.
I hyperventilate, looking for help somehow, somewhere, and no one cares.
I'm my own worst enemy.
I've given up, I'm sick of feeling, is there nothing you can say?
Take this all away, I'm suffocating, tell me what the fuck is wrong with me.
Put me out of my misery, put me out of my fucking misery.
LEAVE OUT ALL THE REST
I dreamed I was missing, you were so scared, but no one would listen cause no one else cared.
After my dreaming I woke with this fear, what am I leaving when I'm done here?
So if you're asking me I want you to know:
When my time comes, forget the wrong that I've done, help me leave behind some reasons to be missed,
And don't resent me, and when you're feeling empty, keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest.
Don't be afraid, I've taking my beating, I've shared what I've been.
I'm strong on the surface, not all the way through; I've never been perfect but neither have you.
So if you're asking me I want you to know:
When my time comes, forget the wrong that I've done, help me leave behind some reasons to be missed,
And don't resent me, and when you're feeling empty, keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest.
Forgetting all the hurt inside you've learned to hide so well,
Pretending someone else can come and save me from myself,
I can't be who you are.
BLEED IT OUT
Here we go for the hundredth time, hand grenade pins in every line.
Throw them up and let something shine, going out of my fucking 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 the 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.
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away.
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 wont lie, doesn't matter how hard I try.
Half the words don't mean a thing and I know that 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 bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away.
I've opened up these scars, I'll make you face this.
I've pulled myself so far, I'll make you face this now.
SHADOW OF THE DAY
I close both locks below the window, I close both blinds and turn away.
Sometimes solutions aren't so simple, sometimes goodbye's the only way, and the sun will set for you.
And the shadow of the day will embrace the world in grey and the sun will set for you.
In cards and flowers on your window your friends all plead for you to stay.
Sometimes beginnings aren't so simple, sometimes goodbye's the only way, and the sun will set for you.
And the shadow of the day will embrace the world in grey and the sun will set for you.
WHAT I'VE DONE
In this farewell, there's no blood, there's no alibi, cause I've drawn regret from the truth of a thousand lies,
So let mercy come and wash away what I've done.
I'll face myself to cross out what I've become, erase myself and let go of what I've done.
Put to rest what you thought of me while I clean this slate with the hands of uncertainty,
So let mercy come and wash away what I've done.
I'll face myself to cross out what I've become, erase myself and let go of what I've done.
For what I've done I start again, and whatever pain may come, today this ends; I'm forgiving what I've done.
HANDS HELD HIGH
Turn my mike 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 looseleaf 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 want to see jumping, fuck that, I want to 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 had 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 the way to the bank and cashing the cheque, asking you to have the passion and 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?'
Amen.
In my living room watching but 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 had thought the next one could be me.
Do you see the soldiers, they're out today, they brush the dust from bullet proof 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 handwrote a quote inside: 'When the rich wage war it's the poor who die.'
Meanwhile, the leader just talks away, stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay,
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day, both scared and angry, like 'What did he say?'
Amen.
With hands held high into a sky so blue as the ocean opens up to swallow you.
NO MORE SORROW
Are you lost in your lies, do you tell yourself I don't realise your crusade's a disguise?
Replaced freedom with fear, you trade money for lives, I'm aware of what you've done.
No more sorrow, I've paid for your mistakes, your time is borrowed, your time has come to be replaced.
I see pain, I see need, I see liars and thieves abuse power with greed.
I had hope, I believed, but I'm beginning to think that I've been deceived, you will pay for what you've done.
No more sorrow, I've paid for your mistakes, your time is borrowed, your time has come to be replaced.
Thieves and hypocrites, no more sorrow, I've paid for your mistakes,
Your time is borrowed, your time has come to be replaced, your time has come to be erased.
VALENTINE'S DAY
My insides all turned to ash, so slow, and blew away as I collapsed, so cold.
A black wind took them away from sight and held the darkness over day that night,
And the clouds above move closer, looking so dissatisfied, but the heartless wind kept blowing.
I used to be my own protection, but not now, cause my path has lost direction somehow.
A black wind took you away from sight and held the darkness over day that night,
And the clouds above move closer, looking so dissatisfied,
And the ground below grew colder as they put you down inside, but the heartless wind kept blowing.
So now you're gone and I was wrong, I never knew what it was like to be alone on a Valentine's Day.
IN BETWEEN
Let me apologise to begin with, let me apologise for what I'm about to say,
But trying to be genuine was harder than it seemed, and somehow I got caught up in between.
Let me apologise to begin with, let me apologise for what I'm about to say,
But trying to be someone else was harder than it seemed, and somehow I got caught up in between,
Between my pride and my promise, between my lies and how the truth gets in the way,
And things I want to say to you get lost before they come, the only thing that's worse than one is none.
Let me apologise to begin with, let me apologise for what I'm about to say,
But trying to regain your trust was harder than it seemed, and somehow I got caught up in between,
Between my pride and my promise, between my lies and how the truth gets in the way.
The things I want to say to you get lost before they come, the only thing that's worse than one is none.
And I cannot explain to you and anything I say or do or plan.
Fear is not afraid of you but guilt's a language you can understand.
I cannot explain to you and anything I say or do, but hope the actions speak the words they can.
IN PIECES
Telling me to go, but hands beg me to stay; your lips say that you love, your eyes say that you hate.
This truth in your lies, doubt in your faith, what you've built you laid to waste.
This truth in your lies, doubt in your faith, all I've got's what you didn't take.
So I won't be the one, be the one to leave this in pieces,
And you will be alone, alone with all your secrets and regrets, don't lie.
You promise me the sky then toss me like a stone, you wrap me in your arms and chill me to the bone.
This truth in your lies, doubt in your faith, all I've got's what you didn't take.
So I won't be the one, be the one to leave this in pieces,
And you will be alone, alone with all your secrets and regrets, don't lie.
THE LITTLE THINGS GIVE YOU AWAY
Water grey through the windows, up the stairs, chilling rain like an ocean everywhere.
Don't want to reach for me, do you? I mean nothing to you, the little things give you away,
And now there will be no mistaking, the levees are breaking.
All you've ever wanted was someone to truly look up to you, and six feet under water, I do.
Hope decays, generations disappear, washed away as a nation simply stares.
Don't want to reach for me, do you? I mean nothing to you, the little things give you away,
But now there will be no mistaking, the levees are breaking.
All you've ever wanted was someone to truly look up to you, and six feet under water, I do.
All you've ever wanted was someone to truly look up to you, and six feet underground now, I do.
from the soundtrack to "Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen"
NEW DIVIDE
I remembered black skies, the lightning all around me; I remembered each flash as time began to blur,
Like a startling sign that fate had finally found me, and your voice was all I heard, that I get what I deserve.
So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean, let the floods cross the distance in your eyes.
Give me reason to fill this hole, connect the space between, let it be enough to reach the truth that lies across this new divide.
There was nothing inside, the memories left abandoned; there was nowhere to hide, the ashes fell like snow,
And the ground caved in between where we were standing, and your voice was all I heard, that I get what I deserve.
So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean, let the floods cross the distance in your eyes, across this new divide.
In every loss, in every lie, in every truth that you deny, and each regret and each goodbye was a mistake too great to hide,
And your voice was all I heard, that I get what I deserve.
So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean, let the floods cross the distance in your eyes.
Give me reason to fill this hole, connect the space between, let it be enough to reach the truth that lies across this new divide.
from the album "A Thousand Suns"
THE REQUIEM
God save us every one, will we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns
For the sins of our hand, sins of our tongue, the sins of our father, the sins of our young?
THE RADIANCE
We knew the world would not be the same. A few people laughed, a few people cried, most people were silent. I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad-Gita. Vishnu is trying to persuade the Prince that he should do his duty, and to impress him, takes on his multi-armed form and says, "Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds." I suppose we all thought that, one way or another. - J. Robert Oppenheimer, 1965 BURNING IN THE SKIES
I used the deadwood to make the fire rise, the blood of innocence burning in the skies.
I filled my cup with the rising of the sea and poured it out in an ocean of debris.
I'm swimming in the smoke of bridges I have burned, so don't apologise, I'm losing what I don't deserve.
We held our breath when the clouds began to form, but you were lost in the beating of the storm,
And in the end we were made to be apart, like separate chambers of the human heart.
I'm swimming in the smoke of bridges I have burned, so don't apologise, I'm losing what I don't deserve.
It's in the blackened bones of bridges I have burned, so don't apologise, I'm losing what I don't deserve.
The blame is mine alone for bridges I have burned, so don't apologise, I'm losing what I don't deserve.
WHEN THEY COME FOR ME
I am not a pattern to be followed, the pill that I'm on is a tough one to swallow.
I'm not a criminal, not a role model, not a born leader, I'm a tough act to follow.
I am not the fortune and the fame, or the same person telling you to forfeit the game.
I came in the ring like a dog on a chain and then found out the underbelly's sicker than it seems,
And it seems ugly but it can get worse, cause even a blueprint is a gift and a curse,
Cause once you got a theory of how the thing works, everybody wants the next thing to be just like the first.
And I'm not a robot, I'm not a monkey, I will not dance even if the beat is funky.
Opposite of lazy, far from a punk, y'all ought to stop talking, start trying to catch up motherfucker.
And all the people say, try to catch up motherfucker.
Lauryn said money change the situation, Big said it increase the complication,
Kane said don't step, I ain't the one, Chuck said an Uzi weigh a motherfucking ton,
And I'm just a student of the game that they taught me, rocking every stage and every place that it brought me.
I'm awfully underrated but came here to correct it, and so it ain't mistaken, I'mma state it for the record,
I am the opposite of wack, opposite of weak, opposite of slack, synonym of heat, synonym of crack,
Closest to a peak, far from a punk, y'all ought to stop talking, start trying to catch up motherfucker.
And all the people say, try to catch up motherfucker.
When they come for me I'll be gone.
ROBOT BOY
You say you're not gonna fight cause no one will fight for you, and you think there's not enough love and no one to give it to,
And you're sure you've hurt for so long you've got nothing left to lose, so you say you're not gonna fight cause no one will fight for you.
You say the weight of the world has kept you from letting go, and you think compassion's a flaw and you'll never let it show,
And you're sure you've hurt in a way that no one will ever know, but someday the weight of the world will give you the strength to go.
Hold on, the weight of the world will give you the strength to go.
So hold on, the weight of the world will give you the strength to go.
Just hold on, the weight of the world will give you the strength to go.
JORNADA DEL MUERTO
持ち上げて、解き放して。
"Mochiagete, tokihanashite" is Japanese for "Lift me up, let me go."]
WAITING FOR THE END
This is not the end, this is not the beginning, just a voice like a riot rocking every revision,
But you listen to the tone and the violent rhythm, and though the words sound steady something empty's within them.
We say yeah with fists flying up in the air, like we're holding onto something that's invisible there,
Cause we're living at the mercy of the pain and the fear, until we dead it, forget it, let it all disappear.
Waiting for the end to come, wishing I had strength to stand, this is not what I had planned, it's out of my control.
Flying at the speed of light, thoughts were spinning in my head, so many things were left unsaid, it's hard to let you go.
I know what it takes to move on, I know how it feels to lie.
All I want to do is trade this life for something new, holding on to what I haven't got.
Sitting in an empty room, trying to forget the past, this was never meant to last, I wish it wasn't so.
I know what it takes to move on, I know how it feels to lie.
All I want to do is trade this life for something new, holding on to what I haven't got.
What was left when that fire was gone, I thought it felt right but that right was wrong,
All caught up in the eye of the storm and trying to figure out what it's like moving on,
And I don't even know what kind of things I said, my mouth kept moving and my mind went dead,
So I'm picking up the pieces, now where to begin, the hardest part of ending is starting again.
BLACKOUT
I'm stuck in this bed you made, alone with a sinking feeling.
I saw through the words you said, to the secrets you've been keeping.
It's written upon your face, all the lies how they cut so deeply.
You can't get enough, you take and take and never say.
No, you've got to get it inside, you push it back down.
No, you'll never get it inside, push it back down, black out, blood in your eye.
You say that it's not your fault and swear that I am mistaken.
You said it's not what it seems, no remorse for the trust you're breaking.
You run but then back you fall, suffocate in the mess you're making.
You can't get enough you take and take, fuck it, are you listening?
No, you've got to get it inside, you push it back down.
No, you'll never get it inside, push it back down, black out, blood in your eye.
Floating down as colours fill the light, we look up from the ground in fields of paper-white,
And floating up you pass us in the night, a future gazing out, a past to overwrite.
So come down, far below, we've been waiting to collect the things you know.
Come down, far below, we've been waiting to collect what you've let go.
WRETCHES AND KINGS
To save face, how low can you go, talk a lot of game but yet you don't know,
Static on the way, make us all say whoa, the people up top push the people down low.
Get down and obey every word, steady getting mine if you haven't yet heard.
Want to take what I got, don't be absurd; don't fight the power, nobody gets hurt.
If you haven't heard yet then I'm letting you know, there ain't shit we don't run when the guns unload,
And no one make a move unless my people say so, got everything out of control, now everybody go.
Steel unload, final blow, we the animals take control; hear us now, clear and true, wretches and kings, we come for you.
So keep pace, how slow can you go, talk a lot of shit and yet you don't know,
Fire on the way, make you all say whoa, the people up top and the people down low.
Get down, and I'm running it like that, the front of the attack is exactly where I'm at,
Somewhere in between the kick and the high-hat, the pen and the contract, the pitch and the contact,
So get with the combat, I'm letting them know there ain't shit you can say to make me back down, no,
So push the button, let the whole thing blow, spinning everything out of control, now everybody go.
Steel unload, final blow, we the animals take control; hear us now, clear and true, wretches and kings, we come for you.
Steel unload, fire blow, filthy animals, beat them low; skin and bone, black and blue, no more this sun shall beat onto you.
From the front to the back and the side to side, if you fear what I feel put them up real high.
There's a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part, you can't even passively take part, and you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you've got to make it stop, and you've got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you're free, the machine will be prevented from working at all. - Mario Savio, 1964 December 02 WISDOM, JUSTICE, AND LOVE
I come to this magnificent house of worship tonight because my conscience leaves me no other choice. A true revolution of values will lay hands on the world order and say of war: "This way of settling differences is not just." This business of burning human beings with napalm, filling our nation's homes with orphans and widows, of injecting poisonous drugs of hate into the veins of peoples normally humane, of sending men home from dark and bloody battlefields physically handicapped and psychologically deranged, cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love. - Martin Luther King Jr., 1967 April 04 IRIDESCENT
When you were standing in the wake of devastation, when you were waiting on the edge of the unknown,
And with the cataclysm raining down, insides crying, "Save me now," you were there, impossibly alone.
Do you feel cold and lost in desperation? You build up hope, but failure's all you've known.
Remember all the sadness and frustration and let it go.
And in a burst of light that blinded every angel, as if the sky had blown the heavens into stars,
You felt the gravity of tempered grace, falling into empty space, no one there to catch you in their arms.
Do you feel cold and lost in desperation? You build up hope, but failure's all you've known.
Remember all the sadness and frustration and let it go.
FALLOUT
I'm swimming in the smoke of bridges I have burned, so don't apologise, I'm losing what I don't deserve.
The blame is mine alone for bridges I have burned, so don't apologise, I'm losing what I don't deserve.
THE CATALYST
God bless us every one, we're a broken people living under loaded gun,
And it can't be outfought, it can't be outdone, it can't be outmatched, it can't be outrun, no.
And when I close my eyes tonight to symphonies of blinding light,
God bless us every one, we're a broken people living under loaded gun,
Like memories in cold decay, transmissions echoing away, far from the world of you and I, where oceans bleed into the sky.
God save us every one, will we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns
For the sins of our hand, the sins of our tongue, the sins of our father, the sins of our young, no.
And when I close my eyes tonight to symphonies of blinding light,
God save us every one, will we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns,
Like memories in cold decay, transmissions echoing away, far from the world of you and I, where oceans bleed into the sky.
Lift me up, let me go.
THE MESSENGER
When you feel you're alone, cut off from this cruel world, your instincts telling you to run,
Listen to your heart, those angel voices, they'll sing to you, they'll be your guide back home.
When life leaves us blind, love keeps us kind, it keeps us kind.
When you suffered enough and your spirit is breaking, you're growing desperate from the fight.
Remember you're loved and you always will be, this melody will bring you right back home.
When life leaves us blind, love keeps us kind.
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