And One

Linkin Park · Hybrid Theory EP [1999]

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



its too late to love me now

you have never showed me

its too late to love me now

you dont 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 colloquialism shifts your midrift

Dark all I do embark the shadows,

Involved with my thought catalogue, analogue, rap catalogue

Keep my distance, and fear resistance, hurt by persistance,

The twisted web of tangled lies strangles my hope to waste and numbs the taste the taste

And I'm forced to face these hate crimes against the state of being

Feeling the weightlessness pressed 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 fume euphoria

The sound pounds to make the dead flush

to have you a head rush

with red thoughts and said stuff.