Artist: 
Search: 
Reddit

Linkin Park - Waiting For The End (Apaches Intro) lyrics

This is something for your people on the block to black out and rock to
Give you whatcha need like Poppa, who shot ya
Separate the weak from the obsolete
You're meek, I creep hard on imposters
And switch styles on the dime, quick witted
Y'all quit tripping, I don’t have time for your crying
I grind tough, sucka, make your mind up
Are you in the firing squad or are you in the line-up
Bang bang, little monkey man playing
With the big guns will only get you slain and
I ain’t playing, I’m just saying
You ain’t gotta sliver of a chance
I get iller, I deliver while you quiver in your pants
So shake shake down, money here’s the break down
You can play the bank, I’mma play the bank take down
And no mistakes now, I’m coming to getcha
I’m just a Banksy, you’re a Brainwash, get the picture
It’s like that

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 'em

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 wanna 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 wanna do
Is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven't got

Yo, yo
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've said
My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead
So, picking up the pieces, now where to begin?
The hardest part of ending is starting again!

All I wanna do
Is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven't got

This is not the end
This is not the beginning
Just a voice like a riot
Rocking every revision (I'm holding on to what I haven't got)
But you listen to the tone
And the violet rhythm
Though the words sound steady
Something empty's within 'em

We say Yeah!
With fists flying up in the air
Like we're holding onto something
That's invisible there (Holding on to what I haven't got)
'Cause we're living at the mercy of
The pain and the fear
Until we dead it, forget it
Let it all disappear