conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Hands Held High with the following description: “Hands Held High” criticizes rich men and politicians, who use their political force just to get themselves a better life. The song uses a hymn-like beat, as though it is being sung in a church.
  Booklet Notes: Early in the writing process, Rick suggested the band experiment by contrasting together unexpected elements. Because the instrumental idea is known as “Song Q” sounded primed for melodic singing, Rick suggested the opposite be done. The songs pipe organ and marching snare proved the perfect musical bed for the two most inspired verses Mike has ever delivered. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Mike Shinoda]
  Turn my mic up louder, I got to say somethin'
  Lightweights step it aside when we come in
  Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumpin'
  People on the street, they panic and start runnin'
  Words on loose-leaf sheet complete comin'
  I jump in my mind and summon the rhyme I'm dumpin'
  Healing the blind, I promise to let the sun in
  Sick of the dark ways we march to the drummin'
  Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumpin'
  Fuck that, I wanna see some fists pumpin'
  Risk something, take back what's yours
  Say somethin' that you know they might attack you for
  'Cause I'm sick of being treated like I have before
  Like it's stupid standin' for what I'm standin' for
  Like this war's really just a different brand of war
  Like it doesn't cater to 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 laughin' their way to the bank and cashin' the check
  Asking you to have compassion and have some respect
  For a leader so nervous in an obvious way
  Stutterin' and mumblin' for nightly news to replay
  And the rest of the world watchin' at the end of the day
  In the livin' room laughin', like, "What did he say?" [Chorus: Choir]
  Amen, amen
  Amen, amen
  Amen
  [Verse 2: Mike Shinoda]
  In my livin' room watching, but I am not laughin'
  'Cause when it gets tense, I know what might happen
  The world is cold, the bold men take action
  Have to react or get blown into fractions
  Ten years old, something to see
  Another kid my age drugged under a Jeep
  Taken and bound and found later under a tree
  I wonder if he had thought the next one could be me
  Do you see the soldiers that are out today?
  They brush the dust from bulletproof vests away
  It's ironic, at times like this you'd pray
  But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday
  There's bombs on the buses, bikes, roads
  Inside your market, your shops, your clothes
  My dad, he's got a lot of fear, I know
  But enough pride inside not to let that show
  My brother had a book he would hold with pride
  A little red cover with a broken spine
  On the back, he hand-wrote a quote inside
  "When the rich wage war, it's the poor who die"
  Meanwhile, the leader just talks away
  Stutterin' and mumblin' for nightly news to replay
  The rest of the world watchin', at the end of the day
  Both scared and angry, like, "What did he say?" [Chorus: Choir]
  Amen, amen
  Amen, amen
  Amen
  [Outro: Mike Shinoda & Chester Bennignton, 
  Choir
  ]
  With hands held high into a sky so blue (
  Amen
  )
  As the ocean opens up to swallow you (
  Amen
  )
  With hands held high into a sky so blue (
  Amen
  )
  As the ocean opens up to swallow you (
  Amen
  )
  With hands held high into a sky so blue (
  Amen
  )
  As the ocean opens up to swallow you (
  Amen
  )
  With hands held high into a sky so blue (
  Amen
  )
  As the ocean opens up to swallow you (
  Amen
  )
  With hands held high into a sky so blue (
  Amen
  )
  As the ocean opens up to swallow you (
  Amen
  )
  With hands held high into a sky so blue (
  Amen
  )
  As the ocean opens up to swallow you (
  Amen
  )