Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song And One, artist - Linkin Park. Album song Hybrid Theory, in the genre Ню-металDate of issue: 08.10.2020
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
And One |
| 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 |
| I 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 shown 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 (Down!) |
| 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 (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 |
| 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 thoughts and said stuff |