Letra de And One

[Verso 1]
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

[Coro]
I keep it locked up inside!

[Verso 2]
Cannot express to the point I've regressed
If anger's a gift then I guess I've been blessed

[Coro]
I keep it locked up inside!
Keep my distance from your lies!

[Verso 3]
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

[Puente]
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

[Coro]
Keep it locked up inside!
Keep my distance from your lies!

[Puente]
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
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

[Conclusi�n]
Keep my distance!
Keep my distance!
Keep my distance!
Keep my distance!

[Hidden Track]
Spit drips from the jaw of the witless witness
Cryptic colloquialisms shift your midriff
Dog-paddle through a bog of shadows and smog
With my thought catalog, analog, 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