Song | The Catalyst/Cocaine [Alternate Version] |
Artist | Linkin Park |
Artist | Eminem |
Album | Collision Course II |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:35.99] | Oh / like memories in cold decay, |
[00:40.46] | Transmissions echoing away, |
[00:43.20] | Far from the world of you and I, |
[00:48.18] | Where oceans bleed into the sky, |
[00:52.23] | This is a beat with no words at first, it’s a blank painting, |
[00:55.00] | Exercising the mind, it"s brain strength training, |
[00:57.31] | It starts off something like, "Shady's an insane maniac, |
[00:58.99] | Yeah, Slim Shady, that's a zany name, ain't it?" |
[01:02.09] | Now all you need's an image to go with the name, baby。 |
[01:03.41] | Wifebeaters and white t-shirts, Hanes mainly。 |
[01:05.10] | It's a long shot, but is it possible? There's a lane, maybe。 |
[01:07.20] | If not he's gon' have to come and change the whole game, ain't he? |
[01:09.50] | He wants the fame so bad he can taste it, he can see his name up in lights。 |
[01:12.60] | Women screaming his f***ing name, fainting。 |
[01:13.87] | Shady did it, he sold out the whole dang stadium。Shaby |
[01:15.67] | Joe Shmoe made it, he took his Plain Jane lady。Joe Shmoe |
[01:16.97] | And his baby Hailie out the trailer but he ain't trailing anymore。 |
[01:18.30] | He's ahead of the race, while maintaining his innocence。 |
[01:19.70] | Little does he know his train is derailing。 |
[01:21.95] | And he's about to be raped by this game anally, now. |
[01:26.86] | God bless us every one, |
[01:29.31] | We're a broken people living under loaded gun, |
[01:33.30] | And it can't be outfought, |
[01:35.69] | It can't be outdone, |
[01:38.00] | It can't be outmatched, |
[01:40.11] | It can't be outrun, |
[01:41.99] | No no, |
[01:43.06] | And when I close my eyes tonight To symphonies of blinding light, |
[01:51.05] | God bless us every one / we're a broken people living under loaded gun, |
[01:58.08] | Oh / like memories in cold decay, |
[02:03.29] | Transmissions echoing away, |
[02:07.52] | Far from the world of you and I, |
[02:11.08] | Where oceans bleed into the sky, |
[02:22.00] | bleed into the sky! |
[02:27.63] | To symphonies of blinding light, |
[02:32.52] | God save us every one, |
[02:34.71] | will we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns, |
[02:39.54] | You"re operating on all cylinders, syllables spit like dillingers。 |
[02:41.66] | Spilling your guts, people are feeling your mic skills。 |
[02:43.49] | But these haters are ice grilling ya。 |
[02:45.96] | Willing to sacrifice anything for the life that they might steal from ya。 |
[02:47.02] | Fake friends will kill for ya, die for ya but you can"t decipher。“ |
[02:49.35] | Why for the life of ya, it wasn"t like this when you were cyphering。 |
[02:51.33] | Argue with your wife again, she found Vicodin。 |
[02:52.40] | In your pants last night again, your dispute's public。 |
[02:54.60] | Nothing is private anymore, oh, and your best friend? |
[02:56.93] | Say bye-bye to him, what kind of apple you take a bite of Slim? |
[02:58.97] | (But this is what you wanted Marshall, ain't it?) f*** no! |
[02:59.00] | The way that it turned out was nothin' like the picture that I painted。 |
[02:59.75] | In my head, sometimes a dream and making it's more fun。 |
[03:00.71] | Than it's to actually make it, the game stripped me naked。 |
[03:04.24] | It robbed me of ever having another real relationship。 |
[03:07.34] | With another girl, this world is a f***ing trip。 |
[03:09.70] | As I slip in another world, proceed, take another hit。 |
[03:12.67] | Sniff 'til I f***ing hurl, tell 'em all to f***ing sit。 |
[03:15.50] | And spin 'til they f***ing twirl, middle finger up again。 |
[03:18.62] | Relapsing back in this game, oh well, f*** it then, now. |
[03:21.15] | Lift me up' let me go, |
[03:29.11] | Lift me up' let me go, |
[03:36.97] | Lift me up' let me go, |
[03:44.96] | Lift me up' let me go, |
[03:53.38] | Lift me up' let me go, |
[03:57.09] | God bless us every one, |
[03:59.54] | We're a broken people living under loaded gun, |
[04:03.78] | And it can't be outfought, |
[04:06.11] | It can't be outdone, |
[04:08.20] | It can't be outmatched, |
[04:10.31] | It can't be outrun, |
[04:12.59] | No no, |
[04:14.03] | And when I close my eyes tonight To symphonies of blinding light, |
[04:21.39] | God bless us every one, |
[04:24.35] | We're a broken people living under loaded gun, |
[04:29.74] | like memories in cold decay, |
[04:33.60] | Transmissions echoing away, |
[04:37.86] | Far from the world of you and I, |
[04:41.97] | Where oceans bleed into the sky, |
[04:46.30] | And it can't be outfought, |
[04:47.37] | It can't be outdone, |
[04:49.34] | It can't be outmatched, |
[04:51.19] | It can't be outrun, |
[00:35.99] | Oh like memories in cold decay, |
[00:40.46] | Transmissions echoing away, |
[00:43.20] | Far from the world of you and I, |
[00:48.18] | Where oceans bleed into the sky, |
[00:52.23] | This is a beat with no words at first, it' s a blank painting, |
[00:55.00] | Exercising the mind, it" s brain strength training, |
[00:57.31] | It starts off something like, " Shady' s an insane maniac, |
[00:58.99] | Yeah, Slim Shady, that' s a zany name, ain' t it?" |
[01:02.09] | Now all you need' s an image to go with the name, baby. |
[01:03.41] | Wifebeaters and white tshirts, Hanes mainly. |
[01:05.10] | It' s a long shot, but is it possible? There' s a lane, maybe. |
[01:07.20] | If not he' s gon' have to come and change the whole game, ain' t he? |
[01:09.50] | He wants the fame so bad he can taste it, he can see his name up in lights. |
[01:12.60] | Women screaming his f ing name, fainting. |
[01:13.87] | Shady did it, he sold out the whole dang stadium. Shaby |
[01:15.67] | Joe Shmoe made it, he took his Plain Jane lady. Joe Shmoe |
[01:16.97] | And his baby Hailie out the trailer but he ain' t trailing anymore. |
[01:18.30] | He' s ahead of the race, while maintaining his innocence. |
[01:19.70] | Little does he know his train is derailing. |
[01:21.95] | And he' s about to be raped by this game anally, now. |
[01:26.86] | God bless us every one, |
[01:29.31] | We' re a broken people living under loaded gun, |
[01:33.30] | And it can' t be outfought, |
[01:35.69] | It can' t be outdone, |
[01:38.00] | It can' t be outmatched, |
[01:40.11] | It can' t be outrun, |
[01:41.99] | No no, |
[01:43.06] | And when I close my eyes tonight To symphonies of blinding light, |
[01:51.05] | God bless us every one we' re a broken people living under loaded gun, |
[01:58.08] | Oh like memories in cold decay, |
[02:03.29] | Transmissions echoing away, |
[02:07.52] | Far from the world of you and I, |
[02:11.08] | Where oceans bleed into the sky, |
[02:22.00] | bleed into the sky! |
[02:27.63] | To symphonies of blinding light, |
[02:32.52] | God save us every one, |
[02:34.71] | will we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns, |
[02:39.54] | You" re operating on all cylinders, syllables spit like dillingers. |
[02:41.66] | Spilling your guts, people are feeling your mic skills. |
[02:43.49] | But these haters are ice grilling ya. |
[02:45.96] | Willing to sacrifice anything for the life that they might steal from ya. |
[02:47.02] | Fake friends will kill for ya, die for ya but you can" t decipher." |
[02:49.35] | Why for the life of ya, it wasn" t like this when you were cyphering. |
[02:51.33] | Argue with your wife again, she found Vicodin. |
[02:52.40] | In your pants last night again, your dispute' s public. |
[02:54.60] | Nothing is private anymore, oh, and your best friend? |
[02:56.93] | Say byebye to him, what kind of apple you take a bite of Slim? |
[02:58.97] | But this is what you wanted Marshall, ain' t it? f no! |
[02:59.00] | The way that it turned out was nothin' like the picture that I painted. |
[02:59.75] | In my head, sometimes a dream and making it' s more fun. |
[03:00.71] | Than it' s to actually make it, the game stripped me naked. |
[03:04.24] | It robbed me of ever having another real relationship. |
[03:07.34] | With another girl, this world is a f ing trip. |
[03:09.70] | As I slip in another world, proceed, take another hit. |
[03:12.67] | Sniff ' til I f ing hurl, tell ' em all to f ing sit. |
[03:15.50] | And spin ' til they f ing twirl, middle finger up again. |
[03:18.62] | Relapsing back in this game, oh well, f it then, now. |
[03:21.15] | Lift me up' let me go, |
[03:29.11] | Lift me up' let me go, |
[03:36.97] | Lift me up' let me go, |
[03:44.96] | Lift me up' let me go, |
[03:53.38] | Lift me up' let me go, |
[03:57.09] | God bless us every one, |
[03:59.54] | We' re a broken people living under loaded gun, |
[04:03.78] | And it can' t be outfought, |
[04:06.11] | It can' t be outdone, |
[04:08.20] | It can' t be outmatched, |
[04:10.31] | It can' t be outrun, |
[04:12.59] | No no, |
[04:14.03] | And when I close my eyes tonight To symphonies of blinding light, |
[04:21.39] | God bless us every one, |
[04:24.35] | We' re a broken people living under loaded gun, |
[04:29.74] | like memories in cold decay, |
[04:33.60] | Transmissions echoing away, |
[04:37.86] | Far from the world of you and I, |
[04:41.97] | Where oceans bleed into the sky, |
[04:46.30] | And it can' t be outfought, |
[04:47.37] | It can' t be outdone, |
[04:49.34] | It can' t be outmatched, |
[04:51.19] | It can' t be outrun, |
[00:35.99] | Oh like memories in cold decay, |
[00:40.46] | Transmissions echoing away, |
[00:43.20] | Far from the world of you and I, |
[00:48.18] | Where oceans bleed into the sky, |
[00:52.23] | This is a beat with no words at first, it' s a blank painting, |
[00:55.00] | Exercising the mind, it" s brain strength training, |
[00:57.31] | It starts off something like, " Shady' s an insane maniac, |
[00:58.99] | Yeah, Slim Shady, that' s a zany name, ain' t it?" |
[01:02.09] | Now all you need' s an image to go with the name, baby. |
[01:03.41] | Wifebeaters and white tshirts, Hanes mainly. |
[01:05.10] | It' s a long shot, but is it possible? There' s a lane, maybe. |
[01:07.20] | If not he' s gon' have to come and change the whole game, ain' t he? |
[01:09.50] | He wants the fame so bad he can taste it, he can see his name up in lights. |
[01:12.60] | Women screaming his f ing name, fainting. |
[01:13.87] | Shady did it, he sold out the whole dang stadium. Shaby |
[01:15.67] | Joe Shmoe made it, he took his Plain Jane lady. Joe Shmoe |
[01:16.97] | And his baby Hailie out the trailer but he ain' t trailing anymore. |
[01:18.30] | He' s ahead of the race, while maintaining his innocence. |
[01:19.70] | Little does he know his train is derailing. |
[01:21.95] | And he' s about to be raped by this game anally, now. |
[01:26.86] | God bless us every one, |
[01:29.31] | We' re a broken people living under loaded gun, |
[01:33.30] | And it can' t be outfought, |
[01:35.69] | It can' t be outdone, |
[01:38.00] | It can' t be outmatched, |
[01:40.11] | It can' t be outrun, |
[01:41.99] | No no, |
[01:43.06] | And when I close my eyes tonight To symphonies of blinding light, |
[01:51.05] | God bless us every one we' re a broken people living under loaded gun, |
[01:58.08] | Oh like memories in cold decay, |
[02:03.29] | Transmissions echoing away, |
[02:07.52] | Far from the world of you and I, |
[02:11.08] | Where oceans bleed into the sky, |
[02:22.00] | bleed into the sky! |
[02:27.63] | To symphonies of blinding light, |
[02:32.52] | God save us every one, |
[02:34.71] | will we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns, |
[02:39.54] | You" re operating on all cylinders, syllables spit like dillingers. |
[02:41.66] | Spilling your guts, people are feeling your mic skills. |
[02:43.49] | But these haters are ice grilling ya. |
[02:45.96] | Willing to sacrifice anything for the life that they might steal from ya. |
[02:47.02] | Fake friends will kill for ya, die for ya but you can" t decipher." |
[02:49.35] | Why for the life of ya, it wasn" t like this when you were cyphering. |
[02:51.33] | Argue with your wife again, she found Vicodin. |
[02:52.40] | In your pants last night again, your dispute' s public. |
[02:54.60] | Nothing is private anymore, oh, and your best friend? |
[02:56.93] | Say byebye to him, what kind of apple you take a bite of Slim? |
[02:58.97] | But this is what you wanted Marshall, ain' t it? f no! |
[02:59.00] | The way that it turned out was nothin' like the picture that I painted. |
[02:59.75] | In my head, sometimes a dream and making it' s more fun. |
[03:00.71] | Than it' s to actually make it, the game stripped me naked. |
[03:04.24] | It robbed me of ever having another real relationship. |
[03:07.34] | With another girl, this world is a f ing trip. |
[03:09.70] | As I slip in another world, proceed, take another hit. |
[03:12.67] | Sniff ' til I f ing hurl, tell ' em all to f ing sit. |
[03:15.50] | And spin ' til they f ing twirl, middle finger up again. |
[03:18.62] | Relapsing back in this game, oh well, f it then, now. |
[03:21.15] | Lift me up' let me go, |
[03:29.11] | Lift me up' let me go, |
[03:36.97] | Lift me up' let me go, |
[03:44.96] | Lift me up' let me go, |
[03:53.38] | Lift me up' let me go, |
[03:57.09] | God bless us every one, |
[03:59.54] | We' re a broken people living under loaded gun, |
[04:03.78] | And it can' t be outfought, |
[04:06.11] | It can' t be outdone, |
[04:08.20] | It can' t be outmatched, |
[04:10.31] | It can' t be outrun, |
[04:12.59] | No no, |
[04:14.03] | And when I close my eyes tonight To symphonies of blinding light, |
[04:21.39] | God bless us every one, |
[04:24.35] | We' re a broken people living under loaded gun, |
[04:29.74] | like memories in cold decay, |
[04:33.60] | Transmissions echoing away, |
[04:37.86] | Far from the world of you and I, |
[04:41.97] | Where oceans bleed into the sky, |
[04:46.30] | And it can' t be outfought, |
[04:47.37] | It can' t be outdone, |
[04:49.34] | It can' t be outmatched, |
[04:51.19] | It can' t be outrun, |