From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top , Stop
At the core I've forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory won't escape me
But why should I care?
There's a place so dark you can't see the end
(Skies cock back) and shock that which I can't defend
The rain sends dripping an acid question
forcefully the power of suggestion
Then with eyes wide tightly shut looking through the rust and rot
And dust/A spot of light floods the floor
and pours over the rusted world of pretend
The eyes ease open and it's dark again
In the memory you'll find me
Eyes burning up.
The darkness holding me tightly
until the sun rises up
Moving all around/Screaming of the ups and downs
Pollution manifested in perpetual sound.
The wheels go around and and the sunset creeps past the street lamps, chain link and concrete
A little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats on down the street till the wind is gone
The memory now is like the picture was then
When the papers crumpled it can't be perfect again
Now you've got me caught in the act
You bring the thought back
I'm telling you that
I see it right through you
Linkin Park/Hybrid Theory
