Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song UNTIL IT BREAKS, artist - Linkin Park. Album song Living Things, in the genre Ню-металDate of issue: 19.06.2012
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
UNTIL IT BREAKS |
| It goes a one, two, three |
| With the hunger of a lion, the strength of a Sun |
| I don’t need to sweat it when the competition come |
| Original style, like an 808 drum |
| So I don’t run the track, no, I make the track run |
| My momma taught me words, my daddy built rockets |
| I hold 'em both together now, tell me what I got |
| It’s a pretty small weapon, I can shoot it, I can drop it |
| But learn to respect it 'cause you clearly can’t stop it |
| Like that |
| It ain’t over |
| 'Cause the sharks on the left side, the snakes on the right |
| And anything you do, they wanna get a little bite |
| It really doesn’t matter if you’re wrong or if you’re right |
| 'Cause once they get their teeth in nothing really fights |
| And razzle me I do it like I got nothing to lose |
| And you can run your mouth like you could try to fill my shoes |
| But steady little soldier, I ain’t standing next to you |
| I can lay it on the ground before you’re even in my view |
| Like that |
| Give me the strength of the rising Sun |
| Give me the truth of the words unsung |
| And when the last bells ring, the poor men sing |
| Bring me to kingdom come |
| This is something for your people on the block to |
| Blackout and rock to, give you what you need |
| Like Papa, who shot you |
| Seperate the weak from the obsolete |
| the meek, I creep hard on impostors |
| And switch styles on the dime, quick-witted y’all |
| Quit tripping, I don’t have time for your crying |
| I grind tough, sucka, make your mind up |
| Are you in the firing squad or are you in the line-up? |
| Bang, bang, little monkey man playing |
| With the big guns only get you slayed |
| I ain’t playing, I’m just saying |
| You ain’t got a sliver of a chance |
| I get ill and ride the rhythm while you quiver in your parents |
| So shake, shake down, Money, here’s the break down |
| You can play the bank, Imma play the bank take down |
| And no mistakes now I’m coming to get you |
| I’m just a Banksy, you’re a Brainwash, get the picture? |
| It’s like that |
| We swim against the rising waves |
| That crash against the shore |
| My body bends until it breaks |
| The early morning sings no more |
| So rest your head, It’s time to sleep |
| And dream of what’s in store |
| My body bends until it breaks |
| And sings again no more |
| Because time has torn the flesh away |
| The early morning sings no more |