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 more 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... 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 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 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 then 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