Water creeps through the windows
up the stairs.
Chilling rain
like an ocean
everywhere.
Hope decays,
generations disappear
washed away
as a nation simply stares.
Don't want to reach for me do you?
I mean nothing to you.
The little things give you away
and now there will be no mistaking
the levees are breaking.
All you've ever wanted
was someone to truly look up to you
and six feet under water
I do.
Chester Bennington y Mike Shinoda.
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