[Chester Bennington:]
It starts with one
[Mike Shinoda:]
And multiplies ’til you can taste the sun
And burned by the sky you try to take it from
But if it falls, there’s no place to run
Crumbling down, it’s so unreal
[Chester Bennington:]
It’s so unreal
[Mike Shinoda:]
They’re dealing you in to determine your end
And sending you back again, the places you’ve been
And bending your will ’til it breaks you within
And still they fill their eyes
[Chester Bennington:]
Fill their eyes
[Mike Shinoda:]
With the twilight through the skylight
And the highlights on a frame of steel
See the brightness of your likeness
As I write this on a pad with the way I feel

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