Linkin Park - And One (Alter-Native Mastering) lyrics

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Linkin Park - And One (Alter-Native Mastering) lyrics

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 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 showed 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 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 colloquialism shifts your midriff Dog paddle through a bog of shadows in fog With my thought catalog, an*logue rap battle log Keep my distance, and fear resistance, hurt by persistence The twisted webs 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 room, riding a bubble of sound tuned It's 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