Linkin Park

I'm not whacked, just a little fucked up. Not lost, just a little beyond found.

I’m not whacked, just a little fucked up. Not on the edge just pushing it. Not going too fast just living in a blur. Not crazy just a little confused. Not lost just a little beyond found. But all I need is a little push, a little more gas to go psycho on you, so back the fuck up or your next. Ill fuckin open your eyes to the truth and your gonna wish I hadn’t. your gonna see all your lies and all the bull that you let make you instead of you making yourself and you might contemplate suicide.

I don’t care what people think or say when I’m near. don’t give a fuck if I’m a bit too extreme, a little too loose or slightly too out there for them. This is me myself and I, and we’re here to stay, being us and not them, staying true rather than cocooning ourselves in lies, and staying trapped behind falsehoods and tricks. Fuck the world and what they think. You have to do what makes you happy in this one and only life. Cant stay trapped behind someone else’s door of an idea.

Listen to the beat as your heart ticks down to the time that you expire. Listen to the chords that explode your thoughts out of your brain and out onto paper like a blood splatter from a suicide victim that used a 22 in the back of their throat. Let life’s rhythm wake you and speak to you and flow like a fucking piss you’ve been holding in for a century. Dare not to make sense and scare the neighbor lady out of her wig. Be you and be real. You want the girl next door? Have her. But be sure its you and not who she wants who’s feeling up her leg before the night is on. She don’t like you, then leave her in the dust of time and let her blow away like she did to your friend when his girlfriend was out of town.

Be your own person. Own yourself and you’ll go far. Go with the crowd and only go as far as they do. Expression is a life force that drives everyone in their bedroom. But rarely do they let it out for all to see. They keep a mask that labels a fake strapped on to fit in. but what happens when you go out drinking with your new friends and suddenly they see the real you? Uh oh! Whoops! Surprise! Do we really want to hang with him? He’s weird. He’s different. Lets leave his ass with nothing to support him and spit on this shit when he comes around. Well if you find yourself like this you only have yourself to blame. You sold out to be cool, and now your laying in your own pool of depression, reaching for that gun, ready to lose it all in an instant, put that fucking thing down. don’t be a pussy! Strip yourself of the fake you were and come into your own butterfly effect, being you, the real you, with a raised finger against the world.