Guilty All The Same

Album: The Hunting Party (2014)
Charted: 117
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  • Tell us all again
    What you think we should be
    What the answers are
    What it is we can't see
    Tell us all again
    How to do what you say
    How to fall in line
    How there's no other way
    But oh, we all know

    You're guilty all the same
    Too sick to be ashamed
    You want to point your finger
    But there's no one else to blame

    You're guilty all the same
    Too sick to be ashamed
    You want to point your finger
    But there's no one else to blame

    You're guilty all the same

    Show us all again
    That our hands are unclean
    That we're unprepared
    That you have what we need
    Show us all again
    'Cause we cannot be saved
    'Cause the end is near
    Now there's no other way
    And oh, you will know

    You're guilty all the same
    Too sick to be ashamed
    You want to point your finger
    But there's no one else to blame

    You're guilty all the same
    Too sick to be ashamed
    You want to point your finger
    But there's no one else to blame

    There's no one else to blame
    Guilty all the same

    Guilty all the same
    You're guilty all the same

    Yeah, you already know what it is
    Can y'all explain, what kind of land is this
    When a man has plans of being rich
    If he falls off his plans, he's wealthy?
    Dirty money scheme, a clean split
    Nonsense the same, he didn't call for this, he's filthy
    Talk team, they take the paper route
    All they think about is bank accounts, assets and realty
    Anybody's expense, no shame with a clear conscience
    No regrets and guilt free, you claim that ain't the way that he built me
    Smoke screen, we're going in flames
    Know as soon as they're done what the deal be
    Say it's time for things to change
    We arrange that dope product we built cheap
    Anything if it's more to gain
    Dream, manipulated like artists, it's real deep
    Until no more remains, but I'm still me
    Like authentic hip-hop and rock, to pop and radio
    You record companies kill me
    Try to force me to strain it, no way
    They got the gall to say "yo, how real can real be?"
    You feel me?
    You will see, the greed will be to blame
    Greedy for the fame, TV or a name
    Media, the game, to me your all the same
    You're guilty

    You're guilty all the same
    Too sick to be ashamed
    You want to point your finger
    But there's no one else to blame

    You're guilty all the same
    Too sick to be ashamed
    You want to point your finger
    But there's no one else to blame
    There's no one else to blame

    Guilty all the same
    Guilty all the same
    Guilty all the same Writer/s: Brad Delson, Chester Bennington, Dave Farrell, Joe Hahn, Mike Shinoda, Rob Bourdon, William Michael Griffin Jr.
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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