Linkin ParkAnd One

Where should I start?
Disjoined 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.
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. (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.
Keep my distance from your lies.
Spit drips from the jaw of the 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 breking.
Musical gas fume euphoria.
The sound pounds to make the dead flush to hand you
a head rush with read thoughts and said stuff.