And One

Where should I start
Disjointed heart
I have got no commitment
To my own flesh and blood
Left all alone
Far from my home
No one to hear me, to heal my i will heart, I
Keep it locked up inside
Cannot express
To the point I have regressed
If angers a gift, then I guess I have been blessed, I

Keep it locked up inside
Keep my distance from your lies

Cannot express
To the point I have regressed
If angers a gift, then I guess I have 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 dont take a word in

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 Imforced 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, its 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.