Waiting For The End (等待终结) - Linkin Park (林肯公园)

Lyrics by：Bradford Philip Delson/Chester Charles Bennington/David Michael Farrell/Joseph Hahn/Michael Kenji Shinoda/Robert Gregory Bourdon

Composed by：Bradford Philip Delson/Chester Charles Bennington/David Michael Farrell/Joseph Hahn/Michael Kenji Shinoda/Robert Gregory Bourdon

Yeah yo

This is not the end this is not the beginnin'

Just a voice like a riot rockin' every revision

But you listen to the tone and the violent rhythm

And though the words sound steady somethin' empty's within 'em

We say "Yeah" with fists flyin' up in the air

Like we're holdin' onto somethin' that's invisible there

'Cause we're livin' at the mercy of the pain and the fear

Until we dead it forget it let it all disappear

Yeah

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

Oh oh-oh

I know what it takes to move on

Oh oh-oh

I know how it feels to lie

Oh

All I wanna do is trade this life for something new

Oh

Holding on to what I haven't got

Sitting in an empty room

Tryin' to forget the past

This was never meant to last

I wish it wasn't so

Oh oh-oh

I know what it takes to move on

Oh oh-oh

I know how it feels to lie

Oh

All I wanna do is trade this life for something new

Oh

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 tryin' to figure out what it's like movin' on

And I don't even know what kind of things I said

My mouth kept movin' and my mind went dead

So I'm pickin' up the pieces now where to begin

The hardest part of endin' is startin' again

Oh-oh

All all a-a-a-a-all

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 rockin' every revision

I'm holding on to what I haven't got

But you listen to the tone and the violent rhythm

Though the words sound steady somethin' empty's within 'em

Yeah

We say "Yeah" with fists flyin' up in the air

Like we're holdin' onto somethin' 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