ARMY [LINKIN PARK]

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В интернете появились группы презирающие LP. Они матерятся на LP, Кипелова и даже на В. Цоя, кому светлейшая память! ===ВНИМАНИЕ:=== Да, у нас в группе есть ограничения. Если у вас страница закрыта, вы не принимаетесь... Меры безопасности. Ничего личного=) ПРАВИЛА ГРУППЫ: 1.ЗА СПАМ ВНЕСЕМ В БАН-СПИСОК 2. ОСКОРБЛЕНИЯ В АДРЕС ГРУППЫ И ЕЕ УЧАСТНИКОВ - БАН 3.ОСКОРБЛЕНИЯ В АДРЕС ЛП - БАН 4.ПРОСЬБА ИСПОЛЬЗУЙТЕ НЕЦЕНЗУРНУЮ ЛЕКСИКУ КАК МОЖНО АКТИВНЕЕ 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 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 an acidic question Forcefully, the power of suggestion Then with the eyes tightly shut looking thought the rust and rot And dust a spot of light floods the floor And pours over the rusted world of pretend The eyes ease open and its dark again 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 past the 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 Now you got me caught in the act You bring the thought back I'm telling you that I see it right through you