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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
LINKIN PARK
LINKIN PARK
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
LINKIN PARK
LINKIN PARK
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Pat Kraus
Pat Kraus
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Mike Shinoda
Mike Shinoda
Produzent:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Where should I start?
Disjointed heart
I've got no commitment
To my own flesh and blood
[Verse 2]
Left all alone
Far from my home
No one to hear me
To heal my ill heart, I...
[Verse 3]
Keep it locked up inside
[Verse 4]
Cannot express
To the point I've regressed
Anger's a gift
Then I guess I've been blessed, I...
[Verse 5]
Keep it locked up inside
Keep my distance from your lies
[Verse 6]
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
[Verse 7]
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
[Verse 8]
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
[Verse 9]
Keep it locked up inside
Keep my distance from your lies
[Verse 10]
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
[Verse 11]
Keep my distance
Keep my distance
Keep my distance
Keep my distance
[Verse 12]
Spit drips from the jaw of the witless witness
Cryptic colloquialism shift your midrift
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
Written by: LINKIN PARK
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