Пестня про меня... По крайней мере, мне так кажется...

Сегодня с утречка на очень "свежую" голову наконец-то вспомнил полный текст, так что решил выложить...

Всё равно писать здесь не о чем... пока что... и вряд ли появится в ближайшее время.





FORGOTTEN



From a top to the bottom -

Bottom to top, I stop.

At the core I've forgotten

In the middle of my thoughts,

Taken far from my safety,

The picture is there:

The memory won't escape me,

But why should I care...



*

There's a place so dark you can't see the end

/ Skies cock back /

And shock that which can't defend

The rain then sends dripping acidic questions,

Forcefully, the power of suggestion.

Then with the eyes tightly shut looking thought the rust and rotten dust,

A small spot of light floods the floor,

And pours over the rusted world of pretend,

The eyes easy open - and its dark again!



From the top to the bottom -

Bottom to top, I stop.

At the core I've forgotten,

In the middle of my thoughts,

Taken far from my safety,

The picture is there:

The memory won't escape me,

But why should I care...



In the memory you'll find me,

Eyes burning up.

The darkness holding me tightly,

Until the sun rises up



*

Moving all around,

Screaming of the ups and downs,

Pollution manifested in perpetual sound.

The wheels go round and the sunset creeps

Behind street lamps, chain-link, and concrete

A little piece of paper with a picture drawn

Floats on down the street till the wind is gone,

The memory now is like the picture was then:

When the paper's crumpled up, it can't be perfect again.



From a top to the bottom -

Bottom to top, I stop.

At the core I've forgotten

In the middle of my thoughts,

Taken far from my safety,

The picture is there:

The memory won't escape me,

But why should I care...



In the memory you'll find me,

Eyes burning up.

The darkness holding me tightly,

Until the sun rises up.



*

Now you got me caught in the act,

You bring the thought back,

I'm telling you that -

I see it right through you...



Now you got me caught in the act,

You bring the thought back!

I'm telling you that -

I see it right through you!

. . . .

Now you got me caught in the act,

You bring the thought back!

I'm telling you that -

I see it right through you!!!



. . .

In the memory you will find me,

Eyes burning up.

The darkness holding me tightly,

Until the sun rises up...



(c) "Linkin Park"



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