Linkin Park?

Why do we only ever miss the good parts
And empty the brain of all the strain?
It's the only way that we can dance right,
Now I’m falling into this again
The messages aren’t clear nor are the receivers put in place.
We want Eden in our mouths
But only the fire of the past comes out!
Thinking is the only place of kind things.
We believe what we say is what we actually believe
But we lie awake at night wondering if we are lying.
Everything is a dagger to our foundation - a foundation
We couldn't stand on if we had nobody.
Weakness, we never admit but we paint bravery on our clothes for the entire world only to ignore
What the hell am I waiting for?