Linkin' Park is teh sex.

There are times for emo songs, melancholic songs, but THERE ARE TIMES FOR LINKIN' PARK!!!!

Yeah, here we go for the hundredth time
Hand grenade pins in every line
Throw 'em up and let something shine
Going out of my beepbeep 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 I bring that chorus in.

I bleed it out
Digging deeper just to throw it away
I bleed it out
Digging deeper just to throw it away
I bleed it out
Digging deeper just to throw it away
Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out

Go, stop this show
Choppy words in that 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
Beep, this hurts. I won't 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 I bring that chorus in.

[Chorus]