Versuri And One

 
Where should I start 
Disjointed heart 
Ive 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 Ive regressed 
If angers a gift, then I guess Ive been blessed, I 
 
Keep it locked up inside 
Keep my distance from your lies 
 
Its too late to love me now 
You helped me to show me 
Its 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 
 
[music slows to rap solo...] 
 
Spit drips from the jaw of the witless witness 
Cryptic colloquialism shifts your midrift 
Dark all I do embark the shadows 
Involved with my thought catalog, analogue, rap catalog 
Keep my distance, and fear 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 weight-less-ness pressed between the ceiling 
Reeling around room 
Riding a bubble of sound proof 
It's the frequency making you 
Sha-Shake with every boom 
Involuntary muscle contraction 
Ignoring and drinking musical gas fueled euphoria 
The sound pounds to make the dead flush 
To have you a head rush with red thoughts and said stuff