Blue (1998 unreleased Hybrid Theory demo) - LINKIN PARK

[Verse 1]In the dark days,

I'll part ways with the blame, trying to maintain

But it's still all the same, it's all a game

Hear my name in the rain,

And the pain I wear on my face with a tear stain

You feign fondness,

And honestly it's time to give you a piece of my mind

And show you that you're blind and,

In the design, of the world I call mine

Know that you can't stand on both sides of the line

[Pre-Chorus]Everything is my fault

(It's all the same, just pass me the blame)

The problems have two faces

Everything is my fault

(It's all the same, just pass me the blame)

The problems have two faces

[Chorus]Pass all the blame over to me

It will come eventually

Take the time out to examine

All these questions honestly

[Verse 2]With my eyes shut I'm seeing the truth in your words

The absurd, slurred into beauty to be heard

You swim through deceit, the lies that you tell

The stories you sell, knowing you well

I keep distance. And every instance,

You keep your thoughts concealed

What I feel, just another spoke in the wheel

All or nothin', thrown down and trampled by your heel

And eaten away by my own version of the real

[Pre-Chorus]Everything is my fault

(It's all the same, just pass me the blame)

The problems have two faces

Everything is my fault

(It's all the same, just pass me the blame)

The problems have two faces

[Chorus]Pass all the blame over to me

It will come eventually

Take the time out to examine

All these questions honestly

[Outro](Darkens to black)

Nothing, thrown down

(It's all the same, just pass me the blame)

Trampled by your heel

(Play the game and win a tear stain)

Eaten by my own

(Pass the blame 'cause you'll feel it if you don't)

Version of the real

(I'll scar dead and get your mind, get your brain)

(Darkens to black)

Nothing, thrown down

(It's all the same, just pass me the blame)

Trampled by your heel

(Play the game and win a tear stain)

Eaten by my own

(Pass the blame 'cause you'll feel it if you don't)

Version of the real

(I'll scar dead and get your mind, get your brain)