Linkin Park - And One - Sözleri

Where should I start

Disjointed heart

I've got no commitment

To my own flesh and blood

Left all alone

Far from my home

No one to hear me, to heal my ill heart, I

Keep it locked up inside

Cannot express

To the point I've regressed

If anger's a gift, then I guess I've been blessed, I



Keep it locked up inside

Keep my distance from your lies



Cannot express

To the point I've regressed

If anger's a gift, then I guess I've been blessed, I



Keep it locked up inside

Keep my distance from your lies



It's too late to love me now

You helped me to show me

It's too late to love me now

You don't take a word in



Breaking a part of my heart to find release

Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace

Breaking a part of my heart to find release

Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace



Breaking 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 peace



Keep it locked up inside

Keep my distance from your lies



Breaking 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 peace

Breaking a part of my heart to find release

Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace

Breaking a part of my heart to find release

Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace



Keep my distance

Keep my distance

Keep my distance

Keep my distance



Spit drips in the jar, the witless witness

Cryptic code, realism shifts your mystic

Dark all I do embark the shadows,

Involved with my thought catalogue, analogue, rap catalogue

Keep my distance, answer your resistance, hurt by persistance,

The twisted web of tangled lies strangles my hope to waste and numbs the taste

And I'm forced to face these hate crimes against the state of being

Feeling the weightlessness pressing between the ceiling, reeling around room,

Riding a bubble of sound proof, it's the frequency making you

Shake-shake with every boom

Involuntary muscle contraction, ignoring and drinking musical gas field euphoria

The sound counts to make the dead flush to have you a head rush with red thoughts and said stuff. 

Thanks a lot to Stephan for the outro lyrics

 





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