Linkin Park Lyrics

Album: Hybrid Theory (EP)

And One 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

 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

 

 [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