Linkin Park — Blue 1998 Unreleased Hybrid Theory Demo

[Verse 1: Mike Shinoda] In the dark days, I'll part ways with the blame Trying to maintain, but it's still all the same It's all a game, hear my name in the rain And the pain I wear on my face with a tear stain You feign fondness Honestly, it's time to give you a piece of my mind And show you that you're blind And in the design of the world I call mine Know that you can't stand on both sides of the line [Pre-Chorus: Chester Bennington & Mike Shinoda] Everything is my fault It's all the same, just pass me the blame The problems have two faces Everything is my fault It's all the same, just pass me the blame The problems have two faces [Chorus: Chester Bennington] Pass all the blame over to me It will come, eventually Take the time out to examine All these questions, honestly [Verse 2: Mike Shinoda] With my eyes shut, I'm seeing the truth in your words The absurd slurred into beauty to be heard You swim through deceit, the lies that you tell The stories you sell, knowing you well, I keep distance And every instance, you keep your thoughts concealed What I feel, just another spoke in the wheel All or nothing, thrown down and trampled by your heel And eaten away by my own version of the real [Pre-Chorus: Chester Bennington & Mike Shinoda] Everything is my fault It's all the same, just pass me the blame The problems have two faces Everything is my fault It's all the same, just pass me the blame The problems have two faces [Chorus: Chester Bennington] Pass all the blame over to me It will come, eventually Take the time out to examine All these questions, honestly [Outro: Chester Bennington & Mike Shinoda] Who's to blame? Nothing thrown down (It's all the same, just pass me the blame) Trampled by your heel (Play the game and win a tear stain) Eaten by my own (Pass the pain, 'cause you'll feel it if you don't) Version of the real (I'll stop counting 'til you've got your own) Nothing thrown down (It's all the same, just pass me the blame) Trampled by your heel (Play the game and win a tear stain) Eaten by my own (Pass the pain, 'cause you'll feel it if you don't) Version of the real (I'll stop counting 'til you've got your own)