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In this farewell,
There's no blood,
There's no alibi,
Cause I’ve drawn regret,
From the truth,
Of a thousands lies,
So let mercy come and wash away…

What I’ve Done,
I’ll face myself,
To cross out what I’ve become,
Erase myself,
And let go of what I’ve done…

Put to rest,
What you thought of me
While, I clean this slate,
With the hands,
Of uncertainty,
So let mercy come,
And Wash away…

What I’ve Done,
I’ll face myself,
To cross what I’ve become,
Erase myself,
And let go of what I’ve done…

For what I’ve done,
I start again,
And whatever pain may come,
Today this ends,
I’m forgiving what I’ve done…

I’ll face myself,
To cross out what I’ve become,
Erase myself,
And let go of what I’ve done…

(Na,Na,Na) [Mike Shinoda!]

What I’ve Done,
Forgetting what I’ve done…

© pet

Just do something to tell you who I am, you know?

It's high voltage, you can't shake the shock
Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out
It's high voltage, you can't shake the shock
Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out
It's high voltage, you can't shake the shock
Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out
It's high voltage, you can't shake the shock
Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out

I've been taking in the crates ever since I was living in space
Before the rat race, before monkeys had human traits
Mastered numerology and big bang theology
Preformed lobotomies with telekinetic psychology
Invented the mic so I could start blessing it
And chin checkin' kids to make my point like an impressionist
Many men have tried to shake us
But I’ll twist my cords through double helixes and show them what I'm made of
I buckle knees like leg braces
Cast the spell of instrumental-ness and all of the emcees that hate us
So try on, leave you without a shoulder to cry on
From now to infinity let icons be bygones
I fire bomb, ghostly notes haunt this
I've tried threats but moved on to a promise
I stomp shit with or without an accomplice
(Mixed media!)
The stamp of approval is on this

It's high voltage, you can't shake the shock
Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out
It's high voltage, you can't shake the shock
Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out

Akira, put a kink in the backbones of clones with microphones
Never satisfy my rhyme jones
Spraying bright day over what you might say
Blood type krylon
Technicolor type A
On highways write with road rage, on pages of wind
And cages of tin that bounce all around
Surround sound devouring the scene
Subliminal gangrene paintings overall the same things
Sing song karaoke copy madness break bones verbally
With sticks an stone tactics fourth dimension
Combat convention write rhymes at ease
While the tracks stand at attention, attention
Meant to put you away with pencil, pistol, official
16 line rhyme missile while you risk your all
I pick out of your flaws spin, rah blah blah blah
You can say you saw

It's high voltage, you can't shake the shock
Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out
It's high voltage, you can't shake the shock
Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out
It's high voltage, you can't shake the shock
Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out
It's high voltage, you can't shake the shock
Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out (2x)