เนื้อเพลง and one – linkin park

เพลง : and one

ศิลปิน : linkin park

เนื้อเพลง :

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 have never showed 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…

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

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