Sunday, June 18, 2006

And One - Linkin Park

And One
Linkin Park
Hybrid Theory

Where should I start
Disjointed heart
I've got no commitment
To my own fllesh 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

It's too late
To love me now
You have never shown 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 from the jaw of witless witness
Cryptic colloquailism shifts your midrift
Dark all I do embark the shadows
Involved with my thought catalog, analogue, rap catalog
Keep my distance, and fear 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 weight- less -ness pressed between the ceiling
Reeling around room
Riding a bubble of sound proof
It's the frequency making you
S-shake with every boom
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 weight- less -ness pressed between the ceiling
Reeling around room
Riding a bubble of sound proof
It's the frequency making you
S-shake with every boom
Involuntary muscle contraction
Ignoring and drinking musical gas fume eupohria
The sound pounds to make the dead flush
To have you a head rush with red rhymes and said stuff

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