And One(Live@London,Goldsmith College 11.01.2001) (исполнитель: Linkin Park)
Where should I start Disjointed heart I’ve got [bad word] To my own flesh and blood Left all alone Far from my home No one to hear me, to heal my I'll 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 [music slows to rap solo...] 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 persistance 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 drinking musical gas fueled euphoria The sound pounds to make the dead flush To have you a [bad word] with red thoughts and said stuff