It goes a one
 
 It goes a one, two, three
 
 
 
  [Mike Shinoda:]
 
 
 I was born with the hunger of a lion, the strength of a sun
 
 I don't need to sweat it when the competition come
 
 Original style like an 808 drum
 
 So I don't run the track, no, I make the track run
 
 My mama taught me words, my dad, he built rockets
 
 I put 'em both together now, tell me what I got
 
 it's a pretty smart weapon, I can shoot it, I can drop it
 
 But learn to respect it 'cause you clearly can't stop it
 
 Like that
 
 
 It ain't over
 
 'cause the shark's on the left side, the snake's on the right
 
 And anything you do, they wanna get a little bite
 
 It really doesn't matter if you're wrong or if you're right
 
 'Cause once you get the teeth in, nothing really fights
 
 Except for me, I do it like I got nothing to lose
 
 And you can run your mouth like you could try to fill my shoes
 
 But steady, little soldier, I ain't standing next to you
 
 I'll be laying on the ground before you're even in my view
 
 Like that
 
 
 
  [Chester Bennington:]
 
 
 Give me the strength of the rising sun
 
 Give me the truth of the words unsung
 
 And when the last bells ring
 
 The poor men sing
 
 "Bring me to kingdom come."
 
 
 
  [Mike Shinoda:]
 
 
 This is something for your people on the block to black out and rock to
 
 Give you what you need like Poppa, who shot you
 
 "Separate the weak from the obsolete."
 
 You're the meek, I creep hard on impostors
 
 And switch styles on a dime, quick-witted y'all
 
 Quit tripping, I don't have time for your crying
 
 I grind tough, sucker, 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 only get you slain
 
 I ain't playing, I'm just saying
 
 You ain't got a 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 get you
 
 I'm just a Banksy, you're a Brainwash, get the picture?
 
 It's like that
 
 
 
  [Brad Delson:]
 
 
 We swim against the rising waves
 
 And crash against the shore
 
 The body bends until it breaks
 
 The early morning sings no more
 
 So rest your head, it's time to sleep
 
 And dream of what's in store
 
 The body bends until it breaks
 
 Then sings again no more
 
 'Cause time has torn the flesh away
 
 The early morning sings no more