And One

[Verse 1: Chester Bennington] 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 [Chorus: Chester Bennington] I keep it locked up, inside [Verse 2: Chester Bennington] I cannot express to the point I've regressed If anger's a gift, then I guess I've been blessed [Chorus: Chester Bennington] I keep it locked up, inside Keep my distance from your lies [Interlude: Chester Bennington] It's too late to love me, now You have never shown me It's too late to love me, now You don't even know me [Bridge: Mike Shinoda & Chester Bennington] 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 (Down!) Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace [Chorus: Chester Bennington] Keep it locked up, inside Keep my distance from your lies [Bridge: Mike Shinoda & Chester Bennington] 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 (Down!) 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 [Outro: Mike Shinoda] Spit drips from the jaw of the witless witness Cryptic colloquialisms shift your mid rift Dog paddle through a bog of shadows and smog With my thought catalog, analogue rap battle log Keep my distance and fear resistance Hurt by persistence, 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 press me to the ceiling Reeling around rooms, riding a bubble of sound Tuned to the frequency making your chest shake With every boom Involuntary muscle contraction Ignoring your neck's breaking, musical gas fume euphoria The sound pounds to make the dead flush To hand you a head rush with read rhymes and said stuff