Frgt-10
Linkin Park Lyrics

From the top to the bottom
Starting at the highest point and ending at the lowest.

Bottom to top I stop
Reversing direction at the bottom and stopping at the top.

At the core I've forgotten
Forgetting the most important part of oneself.

In the middle of my thoughts
Being lost in one's own thoughts.

Taken far from my safety
Feeling unsafe and out of one's comfort zone.

The picture's there
The image of a memory is still vivid.

The memory won't escape me
The memory is stuck in one's mind and cannot be forgotten.

But why should I care
Questioning why one should bother remembering.

We're stuck in a place so dark, you could hardly see
Feeling trapped in a dark and hopeless place.

A manner of matter that splits with the words I breathe
Feeling like the words one speaks only cause more chaos and separation.

And as the rain drips acidic questions around me
Feeling bombarded by harsh and critical questions from the world.

I block out the sight of the powers that be
Trying to ignore those in power and authority.

Duck away into the darkness, time's up
Retreating from the world and feeling like time is running out.

I wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut
Finding oneself in a decaying and hopeless world with no hope.

So tight that it blurs into the world of pretend
Hiding behind a facade and pretending things are okay.

And the eyes ease open and it's dark again
Despite brief moments of clarity, one always ends up back in darkness.

In the memory you'll find me
Referring to the memory mentioned before.

Eyes burning up
Feeling emotional pain and desperation.

The darkness holding me tightly
Being consumed by darkness and despair.

Until the sun rises up
Hoping for a better future and a glimmer of hope.

Listen to the sound, dizzy from the ups and downs
Feeling disoriented and overwhelmed by the constant changes and fluctuations in life.

And nauseated by the polluted rock that's all around
Feeling disgusted by the negativity and pollution in the world.

Watchin' the wheels of cars that pass
Observing the mundane and repetitive aspects of daily life.

I look past to the last of the light and the long shadows it casts
Focusing on the final glimmers of hope and positivity before darkness takes over.

A window grows and captures the eye
Finding a small glimmer of hope in the midst of despair.

And cries out yellow light as it passes me by
Feeling like hope is just out of reach and fleeting.

And a young, shadowy figure sits in front of a box
A metaphor for feeling trapped and consumed by technology and media.

Inside a building of rocks with antennas on top
Describing a modern cityscape filled with technology and concrete.

Now, nothing can stop in this land of the pain
Feeling like pain and suffering are inescapable and constant.

The same lose, not knowing they were part of the game
Feeling like life is a game that we're all playing but nobody understands the rules.

And while the insides change, the box stays the same
Despite society changing and evolving, the traps and constraints stay the same.

And the figure inside could bear anybody's name
Feeling like anyone could be trapped and consumed by this society.

The memories I keep are from a time like then
Reflecting on past memories that feel like a different lifetime.

I put on my paper so I could come back to them
Writing down memories so they won't be forgotten.

Someday I'm hopin' to close my eyes and pretend
Dreaming of a day when things will be different and better.

That this crumpled up paper can be perfect again
Feeling like life has been crumpled up and ruined, but hoping for a better future.

I'm here at the podium talking, the ceremonial offerings
Being in a position of authority and speaking to others.

Dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspring
Addressing the issues and problems within urban communities.

What's happening
Questioning the state of society and why things are the way they are.

City governments are eternally napping
Feeling like those in power are not doing enough to improve society.

Trapped in greedy covenants, causin' urban collapsing
Feeling like the selfish decisions of those in power are causing urban decay and collapse.

Bullets that scar souls, with dark holes, get more than your car stole
Referencing the emotional and physical harm caused by violence and crime.

Some hearts be blacker than charcoal
Commenting on the evil and darkness within some individuals.

For real, this society's deprivation depends not on our differences, but the separation within
Realizing that the problems in society are caused by division and lack of unity, not differences of race or background.

No preparation is made, limited aid, minimum wage
Not enough is being done to improve the lives of those struggling in society.

Livin' in a tenement cage where rent isn't paid
Being trapped in a cycle of poverty and struggling to make ends meet.

Tragedy within a parade
Feeling like society is still functioning and carrying on, even though tragedy and suffering are present.

The darkness overspread like permanent plague
Feeling like darkness and despair have taken over and won't go away.

I'm the forgotten
Feeling like society has forgotten about those struggling and suffering.