And One Lyrics - Hybrid Theory (ep) - 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 

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 

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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 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 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. 

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