Lyrics: Chester Charles Bennington/Joseph Hahn/Michael Kenji Shinoda/Bradford Philip Delson/David Michael Farrell/Robert Gregory Bourdon
Music: Chester Charles Bennington/Joseph Hahn/Michael Kenji Shinoda/Bradford Philip Delson/David Michael Farrell/Robert Gregory Bourdon
Tell us all again
What you think we should be
What the answers are
What it is we can't see
Tell us all again
How to do what you say
How to fall in line
How there's no other way
But, oh, we all know
You're guilty all the same
Too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger
But there's no-one else to blame
You're guilty all the same
Too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger
But there's no-one else to blame
You're guilty all the same
Show us all again
That our hands are unclean
That we're unprepared
That you have what we need
Show us all again
'Cause we cannot be saved
'Cause the end is near
Now, there's no other way
And, oh, you will know
You're guilty all the same
Too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger
But there's no-one else to blame
You're guilty all the same
Too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger
But there's no-one else to blame
There's no one else to blame
Guilty all the same
Guilty all the same
You're guilty all the same
Yeah, you already know what it is
Can y'all explain, what kind of land is this?
When a man has plans of bein' rich
But the bosses' plans is wealthy?
Dirty money scheme, a clean split
Nonsense, it's insane, even corporate hands is filthy
They talk team and take the paper route
All they think about is bank accounts, assets and realty
At anybody's expense, no shame with a clear conscience
No regrets and guilt-free
They claim that ain't the way that they built me
Smoke screen before the flame
Knowin' soon as the dough or the deal peak
Say it's time for things to change
Rearrange like good product rebuilt cheap
Anything if it's more to gain
Drained, manipulated like artists, it's real deep
Until no more remains, but I'm still me
Like authentic hip-hop and rock, 'til pop and radio
And record companies killed me
Tried to force me to stray and obey
And got the gall to say, yo, how real can real be?"
You feel me? Well, we'll see, that green could be to blame
Greedy for the fame, TV or a name
Media, the game, to me, you're all the same
You're guilty
You're guilty all the same
Too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger
But there's no-one else to blame
You're guilty all the same
Too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger
But there's no-one else to blame
There's no-one else to blame
Guilty all the same
Guilty all the same
Guilty all the same