Chord Gitar Waiting For The End – Linkin Park

 


Yeah, yo
This is not the end, this is not the beginning
Just a voice like a riot, rocking every revision
But you listen to the tone, and the violent rhythm
And though the words sound steady, something empty's within 'em


We say yeah, with fists flying up in the air
Like we're holding onto something that's invisible there
'Cause we're living at the mercy of the pain and the fear
Until we dead it forget it, let it all disappear


Waiting for the end to come
              
Wishing I had strenght to stand
                 
This is not what I had planned
                
It's out of my control


Flying at the speed of light
                       
Thoughts were spinning in my head
                    
So many things were left unsaid
                      
It's hard to let you go


                      
 I know what it takes to move on
                     
 I know how it feels to lie
                  
 All I wanna do is trade this life for something new
                            
Holding on to what I haven't   got


Sitting in an empty room
             
Trying to forget the past
               
This was never meant to last
                  
I wish it wasn't so


                      
 I know what it takes to move on
                     
 I know how it feels to lie
                  
 All I wanna do is trade this life for something new
                            
Holding on to what I haven't   got


What was left when that fire was gone
I thought it felt right but that right was wrong
All caught up in the eye of the storm
And trying to figure out what it's like moving on


And I don't even know what kind of things I said
My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead
So picking up those pieces now where to begin
The hardest part of ending is starting again

     

                 
 All I wanna do is trade this life for something new
                          
Holding on to what I haven't got


This is not the end, this is not the beginning
Just a voice like a riot, rocking every revision
        
But you listen to the tone, and the violent rhythm
(I'm holding on to what I haven't)
               
And though the words sound steady, something empty's within 'em
(got)
       
We say yeah, with fists flying up in the air
       
Like we're holding onto something that's invisible there
             
'Cause we're living at the mercy of the pain and the fear
(Holding on to what I haven't)
                                                
Until we dead it forget it, let it all disappear (got)