Linkin Park - And One
Where should I startDisjointed heartI've got no commitmentTo my own flesh and bloodLeft all aloneFar from my homeNo one to hear me, to heal my ill heart, IKeep it locked up insideCannot expressTo the point I've regressedIf anger's a gift, then I guess I've been blessed, I..Keep it locked up insideKeep my distance from your liesCannot expressTo the point I've regressedIf anger's a gift, then I guess I've been blessed, I..Keep it locked up insideKeep my distance from your liesIt's too late to love me nowYou helped me to show meIt's too late to love me nowYou don't take a word inBreaking a part of my heart to find releaseTaking you out of my blood to bring me peaceBreaking a part of my heart to find releaseTaking you out of my blood to bring me peaceBreaking a part of my heart to find release (Break)Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace (Me)Breaking a part of my heart to find release (Too)Taking you out of my blood to bring me peaceKeep it locked up insideKeep my distance from your liesBreaking a part of my heart to find release (Break)Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace (Me)Breaking a part of my heart to find release (Too)Taking you out of my blood to bring me peaceBreaking a part of my heart to find releaseTaking you out of my blood to bring me peaceBreaking a part of my heart to find releaseTaking you out of my blood to bring me peaceKeep my distanceKeep my distanceKeep my distanceKeep my distanceSpit drips in the jar, the witless witnessCryptic code, realism shifts your mysticDark all I do embark the shadows,Involved with my thought catalogue, analogue, rap catalogueKeep my distance, answer your resistance, hurt by persistance,The twisted web of tangled lies strangles my hope to waste andnumbs the tasteAnd I'm forced to face these hate crimes against the state of beingFeeling the weightlessness pressing between the ceiling, reelingaround room,Riding a bubble of sound proof, it's the frequency making youShake-shake with every boomInvoluntary muscle contraction, ignoring and drinking musicalgas field euphoriaThe sound counts to make the dead flush to have you a head rushwith red thoughts and said stuff.
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