Hey
Turn my mic up louder
I got to say something
Lightweights stepping aside
When we came in
Feel it in your chest
The syllables get pumping
People on the street
They panic and start running
Words on loose leaf
Sheet complete coming
I jump on my mind
I summon the rhyme I'm dumping
Healing the blind
I promise to let the sun in
Sick of the days ways
We march to the drumming
Jump when they tell us
That they want to see jumping
Fuck that, I want to see some fist pumping
Risk something
Take back what's yours
Say something that you know
They might attack you for
'Cause I'm sick of being treated
Like I had before
Like it's stupid standing for
What I'm standing for
Like this war is really just
A different brand of war
Like it doesn't cater the rich
And abandon poor
Like they understand you
In the back of the jet
When you can't put gas in your tank
These fuckers are laughing their way
To the bank and cashing their check
Asking you to have compassion
Have some respect
For a leader so nervous
In an obvious way
Stuttering and mumbling
For nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world
Watching at the end of the day
In the living room laughing
Like what did he say?
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real, oh
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming
Confusing
This lack of self-control I fear is never ending
Controlling
I can't seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in (without a sense of confidence)
(I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
So insecure
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
Discomfort endlessly has pulled itself upon me
Distracting
Reacting
Against my will I'll stand beside my own reflection
It's haunting
How I can't seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in (without a sense of confidence)
(I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
So insecure
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing, confusing what is real
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming
Confusing what is real
This lack of self-control I fear is never ending
Controlling
Confusing what is real
About This Song
"Crawling" is a haunting exploration of internal struggle and mental anguish, with lyrics that vividly depict feelings of losing control and being consumed by inner demons. The song captures the suffocating experience of anxiety, self-doubt, and psychological pain through metaphors of wounds that won't heal and walls closing in. Musically, it combines heavy, distorted guitars with electronic elements and Chester Bennington's emotionally raw vocals that shift between vulnerable verses and explosive, cathartic choruses. The track exemplifies Linkin Park's signature nu-metal style that blended rock aggression with introspective vulnerability, making it a defining anthem for a generation struggling with mental health issues. Its honest portrayal of psychological turmoil resonated deeply with listeners and helped normalize conversations about internal battles and emotional pain.
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