[Linkin Park Arg "Union Soldiers"]

1. Carousel
2. Technique
3. Step up
4. And one
5. High voltage
6. Part of me

Carousel
She can't hide no matter how hard she tries
Her secret disguise behind her lies
And at night she cries away her pride
With eyes shut tight, staring at her inside
All her friends know why she can't sleep at night
All her family asking if she’s all right
All she wants to do is get rid of this hell
Well all she's gotta do is stop kidding herself

She can only fool herself for so long
She can only fool herself for so long
She can only fool herself for so long
She can only fool herself for so long

I'm too weak to face me
I never know just why you run
So far away, far away from me
I never know just why you run
So far away, far away from me

When it comes to how to live his life
He can't be told
Says he's got it all under control
Thinks he knows it's not a problem he’s stuck with
But in reality, it'd be a problem to just quit
An addict and he can't hold the reigns
The pain is worse cause his friends have it the same
Tries to slow down the problem he's got
But can't get off the carousel
Until he makes it stop

He can only fool himself for so long
He can only fool himself for so long
He can only fool himself for so long
He can only fool himself for so long

I'm too weak to face me
I never know just why you run
So far away, far away from me
I never know just why you run
So far away, far away from me

Try to fly with the wings I gave you
Try to do what you believe and I'll save you
Try to fly with the wings I gave you
Try to do what you believe and I'll save you

I never know just why you run
So far away, far away from me
I never know just why you run
So far away, far away from me

Technique
You must exercise the proper technique

Step up
Watch as the room rocks
Mentally moon walk
Mixed media slang
Banging in your boom box
Verbal violence, lyrical stylists
In a time when rock-hip hop rhymes are childish
You can't tell me with rhymes that are empty
Rapping to a beat doesn't make you an MC
With your lack of skill and facility you're killing me
And a DJ in the group just for credibility
I heard it somewhere you were getting help with your rhymes
You're not an MC if someone else writes your lines
Rapping over rock doesn't make you a pioneer
Cause rock and hip hop collaborated for years
But now they're getting readily mixed and matched up
Well after a fast buck and all the tracks suck
So how does it stack up, none of it's real
You wanna be an MC, you gotta study the skill

Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Bring it to you everytime like this?
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Step step up step step up

So you pick up a pen and write yourself a new identity
But mentally you don't have the hip hop energy
With a tendency to make up stories
Sounding like the only hip hop you've heard is top 40
And your record companies completely miss it
And all the kids are dissing it for not being legitimate
So in a battle you can't hack it, react with whack shit
And get smacked with verbal back flips
Get your ass kicked a fabulous battle catalyst
It's taken decades for MC's to establish this
You're new to hip hop, and welcome if you're serious
But not on the mic, leave that to the experience

Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Bring it to you everytime like this?
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Step step up step step up

And one

Where should I start
Disjointed heart
I've got no commitment
To my own flesh and blood
Left all alone
Far from my home
No one to hear me, to heal my ill heart, I

Keep it locked up inside

Cannot express
To the point I've regressed
If anger's a gift, then I guess I've been blessed, I

Keep it locked up inside
Keep my distance from your lies

It's too late to love me now
You helped me to show me
It's too late to love me now
You don't take a word in

Breaking a part of my heart to find release
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace
Breaking a part of my heart to find release
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace

Breaking a part of my heart to find release (Break)
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace (Me)
Breaking a part of my heart to find release (Too)
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace

Keep it locked up inside
Keep my distance from your lies

Breaking a part of my heart to find release (Break)
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace (Me)
Breaking a part of my heart to find release (Too)
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace
Breaking a part of my heart to find release
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace
Breaking a part of my heart to find release
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace

Keep my distance
Keep my distance
Keep my distance
Keep my distance

Spit drips in the jar, the witless witness
Cryptic code, realism shifts your mystic
Dark all I do embark the shadows,
Involved with my thought catalogue, analogue, rap catalogue
Keep my distance, answer your resistance, hurt by persistance,
The twisted web of tangled lies strangles my hope to waste and numbs the taste
And I'm forced to face these hate crimes against the state of being
Feeling the weightlessness pressing between the ceiling, reeling around room,
Riding a bubble of sound proof, it's the frequency making you
Shake-shake with every boom
Involuntary muscle contraction, ignoring and drinking musical gas field euphoria
The sound counts to make the dead flush to have you a head rush with red thoughts and said stuff.

High voltage

Just do something to tell you who I am you know
This is high voltage you can’t shake the shot because nobody wants it to stop
Check it out its high voltage you can’t shake the shoot because nobody wants it to stop
Check it out its high voltage you can’t shake the shoot because nobody wants it to stop
Check it out its high voltage you can’t shake the shoot because nobody wants it to stop
Check it out
I’ve been taking in the crates even since I was been living in space
Before the rat race before monkeys had human traits.
Massive numerology and big bang theology.
Performed lobotomies with telekinetic psychology.
Invented the mic. so I could start blessing it and chin checking hips to make my boy like an impressionist.
Many men have tried to shake us, but I twist my cords into double helixes and show them what I’m made of.
I buckle knees like leg braces and cast a spell of instrumentalist in all the dmc’s that hate us.
So try on and you without a shoulder to cry on from now to infinity let icons be bygones
I fire bombs
Ghostly note haunts this I try threats but moved on to a promise
I stump shit with our without an accomplice
(makes me yawn)
the stamp of approval is on this.
This is high voltage you can’t shake the shot because nobody wants it to stop
Check it out its high voltage you can’t shake the shoot because nobody wants it to stop
Check it out put a kink in the backbones and close with microphones never satisfy my rhyme “Jones?”
Spraying bright day over what you might say blood type “crylon?”
Technicolor type A
On highways right with road rage I page in the wind and cage the tin and bounce all around
Surround sound devouring the scene subliminal gangrene paintings over all the same thing
Sing song karaoke copy madness break bones purposely with stick and stone tactics
Fourth dimension combat convention write rhymes in ease while the “tracks?” stand in attention
Meant to put you away with a pencil (pistol) official sixteen nine rhyme missal
Why you risk it all
I pick out your flaws
spin “raw raw raw raw?”
you can saw you saw
This is high voltage you can’t shake the shot because nobody wants it to stop
Check it out its high voltage you can’t shake the shoot because nobody wants it to stop
Check it out its high voltage you can’t shake the shoot because nobody wants it to stop
Check it out its high voltage you can’t shake the shoot because nobody wants it to stop...

Part of me
Part of me won't go away
Everyday reminded how much I hate it
Weighted against the consequences
Can't live without it so it's senseless
Wanna cut it out of my soul
And just live with a gaping hole
Take control of my life
And wash out all the burnt taste
I made the problems in the first place
Hang my head low cause it's part of me
You hardly see right next to the heart of me
Heard of me the routine scar
New cuts cover where the old ones are
And now I'm sick of this
I can't stand the sandpaper thoughts that grade away on my sanity
I rather not even be then the man that's staring in the mirror through me

Cut myself free willingly
Stop just what's killing me
Cut myself free willingly
Stop just what's killing me
Cut myself free willingly
Stop just what's killing me
Cut myself free willingly
Stop just what's killing me

I feel it everyday
I feel I made my way
I feel it swell up inside, swell up inside
Swallowing me

It can't be frightening if you've never felt it
Once it's been dealt with you feel like you've been touched by something angelic
And then melted down into a pool of peace
Cease to be the animal you used to be
Remove the broken parts you know were wrong
And feel the karma when the problem's all gone
And then you start to see another piece of yourself that you can't let be
And that reason will last fight to free yourself
Take it to the depths of the bottom of the well
And now you know you can choose to lose the part in your heart
Where your insides bruise
You can live if you're willing to
Put a stop to just what's killing you

I feel it everyday
I feel I made my way
I feel it swell up inside, swell up inside
Swallowing me

Alive in me, inside of me, a part of me screams away silently
This part of me won't go away, part of me won't go away

Everywhere I look around I see how everyone aught to be
Every time I see myself I see there's always something wrong with me

I feel it everyday
I feel I made my way
I feel it swell up inside, swell up inside
Swallowing me
I feel it everyday
I feel I made my way
I feel it swell up inside, swell up inside
Swallowing me

I feel it swell up inside, swell up inside, swallowing me
I feel it swell up inside, swell up inside, swallowing me