[Mike Shinoda]

Yeah, here we go for the hundredth time
Hand grenade pins in every line
Throw 'em up and let something shine
Goin' out of my fuckin' mind.
Filthy mouth, no excuse,
Find a new place to hang this noose.
String me up from atop these roofs,
Knot it tight so I won't get loose.
Truth is, you can stop and stare,
Bled myself out and no one cares.
Dug the trench out, laid down there,
With the shovel up out of reach somewhere.
Yeah, someone pour it in.
Make a dirt dance floor again.
Say your prayers and stomp it out,
When they bring that chorus in.

[Chester Bennington][Chorus]

I bleed it out
Digging deeper just to throw it away
I bleed it out
Digging deeper just to throw it away
I bleed it out
Digging deeper just to throw it away
Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away

[Chester and Mike]
I bleed it out

[Mike Shinoda]
Go, stop this show
Choppy words in that sloppy flow
Shotgun opera, Lock N' Load
Cock it back and then watch it go.
Mama, help me, I've been cursed.
Death is rollin' in every verse.
Candypaint on his brand new hearse.
Can't contain him, he knows he works
Fuck, this hurts. I won't lie.
Doesn't matter how hard I try.
Half the words don't mean a thing
And I know that I won't be satisfied
So why, try ignoring him?
Make your dirt dance floor again.
Say your prayers and stomp it out
When they bring that chorus in.

[Chester Bennington]

[Chorus]

I've opened up these scars
I'll make you face this
I've pulled myself so far
I'll make you face this, now.

[Chorus x2]

I bleed it out [x3]