歌手:Linkin Park
专辑:《The Hunting Party》

作词 : Chester Charles Bennington/Joseph Hahn/Michael Kenji Shinoda/Bradford Philip Delson/David Michael Farrell/Robert Gregory Bourdon
作曲 : Chester Charles Bennington/Joseph Hahn/Michael Kenji Shinoda/Bradford Philip Delson/David Michael Farrell/Robert Gregory Bourdon
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 (all the same, all the same).

Guilty all the same (all the same, all the same)
You're guilty all the same!

Yeah, you already know what it is
Can y'all explain, what kind of man is destined?
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 scream, 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 **** 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 (all the same, all the same).

Guilty all the same (all the same, all the same),
Guilty all the same.