Linkin Park
Artistic pain that is
in our singing
The timing of madness
in our runs
Bring my mind under
the brink of opening
the wounds of
our own pain
Giving us words for
us to dance
Lyrically beating in
our angry drums
Screaming before
we became undone
The method
in our insanity
Is utterly and
completely
beautiful
completely
sane
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