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 helped me 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 midriff   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 weightlessness 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