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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 take a word in

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 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 
S-Shake with every boom 
Involuntary muscle contraction 
Ignoring and drinking musical gas fume euphoria 
The sound pounds to make the dead flush 
To have you a head rush with red rhymes and said stuff