And One (Hybrid Theory EP)

And One (Hybrid Theory EP) - Linkin Park (林肯公園)

Lyrics by：Linkin Park

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

I 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 even know me

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

Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace

Me

Breaking a part of my heart to find release

Down

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

Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace

Me

Breaking a part of my heart to find release

Down

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 the witless witness

Cryptic colloquialisms shift your mid rift

Dog paddle through a bog of shadows and smog

With my thought catalog analogue rap battle log

Keep my distance and fear resistance

Hurt by persistence 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 press me to the ceiling

Reeling around rooms riding a bubble of sound

Tuned to the frequency making your chest shake

With every boom

Involuntary muscle contraction

Ignoring your neck's breaking musical gas fume euphoria

The sound pounds to make the dead flush

To hand you a head rush with read thoughts and said stuff