Papercut
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
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 in the jar, the witless witness
Cryptic code, realism shifts your mystic
Dark all I do embark the shadows,
Involved with my thought catalogue, analogue, rap catalogue
Keep my distance, answer your 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 weightlessness pressing between the ceiling, reeling around room,
Riding a bubble of sound proof, it's the frequency making you
Shake-shake with every boom
Involuntary muscle contraction, ignoring and drinking musical gas field euphoria
The sound counts to make the dead flush to have you a head rush with red thoughts and said stuff.
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With my telescope in my hand
I had to go 27,000 miles with this cane
Now it's broken into pieces
So little time remains
I hear these voices in in the air
And I know they're just repeating
The language of the land
And the sky that I survey
I'm reciting all the verses
Prayin' straight from the book beside my bed
It's different now I'm here
Every question's coming clear
Yeah I found so many places
That I don't know where I'm at
Came right on every story
And now I can't come back
And these voices in the aisle