Blue (LPU Rarities|1998 Unreleased Hybrid Theory Demo) - Linkin Park (林肯公园)

Lyrics by：Linkin Park

Mike Shinoda：

In the dark days I'll part ways with the blame

Trying to maintain but it's still all the same

It's all a game hear my name in the rain

And the pain I wear on my face with a tear stain

You feign fondness

Honestly it's time to give you a piece of my mind

And show you that you're blind

And in the design of the world I call mine

Know that you can't stand on both sides of the line

Chester Bennington/Mike Shinoda：

Everything is my fault

It's all the same just pass me the blame

The problems have two faces

Everything is my fault

It's all the same just pass me the blame

The problems have two faces

Chester Bennington：

Pass all the blame over to me

It will come eventually

Take the time out to examine

All these questions honestly

Mike Shinoda：

With my eyes shut I'm seeing the truth in your words

The absurd slurred into beauty to be heard

You swim through deceit the lies that you tell

The stories you sell knowing you well I keep distance

And every instance you keep your thoughts concealed

What I feel just another spoke in the wheel

All or nothing thrown down and trampled by your heel

And eaten away by my own version of the real

Chester Bennington/Mike Shinoda：

Everything is my fault

It's all the same just pass me the blame

The problems have two faces

Everything is my fault

It's all the same just pass me the blame

The problems have two faces

Chester Bennington：

Pass all the blame over to me

It will come eventually

Take the time out to examine

All these questions honestly

Chester Bennington/Mike Shinoda：

Who's to blame

Nothing thrown down

It's all the same just pass me the blame

Trampled by your heel

Play the game and win a tear stain

Eaten by my own

Pass the pain 'cause you'll feel it if you don't

Version of the real

I'll stop counting 'til you've got your own

Nothing thrown down

It's all the same just pass me the blame

Trampled by your heel

Play the game and win a tear stain

Eaten by my own

Pass the pain 'cause you'll feel it if you don't

Version of the real

I'll stop counting 'til you've got your own