Keys to the Kingdom
No control, no surprise
Tossed the keys to the kingdom down that hole in my eye
I'm my own casualty
I fuck up everything I see
Fighting in futility
We start the final war
Tell me what's worth fighting for
When we know there's nothing more
We take the hand or fist
Just to sell ourselves for this
The path we least resist
No control, no surprise
Tossed the keys to the kingdom down that hole in my eye
I'm my own casualty
I fuck up everything I see
Fighting in futility
I give you what you came for, this is not the same though
Got a different method, but I still can bring the pain, so
Y'all stuck in that same flow, I got that insane flow
High as y'all can get, you're never really in my range though
Yes I'm half Anglo, half fried panko
All prime-time rhymer, let the bass bang low
All you fucking lames go, aiming at my name, know
Careful what you shoot because you might hit what you aim for
Careful what you shoot because you might hit what you aim for
No control, no surprise
Tossed the keys to the kingdom down that hole in my eye
I'm my own casualty
I fuck up everything I see
Fighting in futility
No control, no surprise
Tossed the keys to the kingdom down that hole in my eye
I'm my own casualty
I'm my own casualty
I'm not allowed to say certain things
Ah
Thank you!
Tossed the keys to the kingdom down that hole in my eye
I'm my own casualty
I fuck up everything I see
Fighting in futility
We start the final war
Tell me what's worth fighting for
When we know there's nothing more
We take the hand or fist
Just to sell ourselves for this
The path we least resist
No control, no surprise
Tossed the keys to the kingdom down that hole in my eye
I'm my own casualty
I fuck up everything I see
Fighting in futility
I give you what you came for, this is not the same though
Got a different method, but I still can bring the pain, so
Y'all stuck in that same flow, I got that insane flow
High as y'all can get, you're never really in my range though
Yes I'm half Anglo, half fried panko
All prime-time rhymer, let the bass bang low
All you fucking lames go, aiming at my name, know
Careful what you shoot because you might hit what you aim for
Careful what you shoot because you might hit what you aim for
No control, no surprise
Tossed the keys to the kingdom down that hole in my eye
I'm my own casualty
I fuck up everything I see
Fighting in futility
No control, no surprise
Tossed the keys to the kingdom down that hole in my eye
I'm my own casualty
I'm my own casualty
I'm not allowed to say certain things
Ah
Thank you!
Credits
Writer(s): Mike Shinoda, Chester Charles Bennington, Joseph Hahn, Brad Delson, Robert G. Bourdon, David Farrell
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