DA
Where should I start?
DA
Disjointed heart
DA
I’ve got no commitment
DAC
To my own flesh and blood
DA
Left all alone
DAm
Far from my home
DADAC
No one to hear me, to heal my ill heart, I
DAF
Keep it locked up inside
DA
Cannot express
DAm
To the point I’ve regressed
DADAC
If anger’s a gift, then I guess I’ve been blessed, I
DAF
Keep it locked up inside
DAF
Keep my distance from your lies
DAF
It’s too late to love me now
C
You helped me to show me
DAF
It’s too late to love me now
CA#
You don’t even know me
D
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
D
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
DAF
Keep it locked up inside
DAF
Keep my distance from your lies
D
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
DA
Keep my distance
DA
Keep my distance
DA
Keep my distance
DA
Keep my distance
D
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 list 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 then 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
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.