โหลดเพลง mp3 Frgt/10 - Linkin Park

（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 place so dark
You could hardly see a manner of matter
That splits with the words I breathe and as the rain drips
Acidic questions around me I block out the
Sight of the powers that be duck away
Into the darkness, time’s 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, 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,/why should I care
In the memory you’ll find me eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly until the sun rises up

Listen to the sounds dizzy from the ups and downs
And nauseated by the polluted rocks that’s all around
Watching 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 and cries out yellow light as it pass me by
And a young shadowy figure sits in front of a box inside
A building of rocks with antennas on top now

Nothing can stop in this land of the pain the same lose
Not knowing they were part of the game and 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

From the top to the bottom, bottom to top I stop
At the core I forgotten in the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety, the pictures there
The memory won’t escape me,
I’m here at the podium taking
The ceremonial offerings dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspring （what’s happen）
City governments are eternally nappin trapped in greedy covenants
Causin urban collapsin
Bullets that scar souls, with dark holds
Get more than your car stole some hearts be blacker than chatcoal
（for real）this society’s deprivation depends not on our difference
But the separation within no preparation is made
Limited age, minimum wage, livin in a tenement cage
For innocent pay
Tragedy within a parade, the darkness over spread like permanent plague
I’m forgotten