And One

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 my distance from your lies

it’s too late to love me now

you helped me to show me

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 (break)

taking you out of my blood to bring me peace (me)

breaking a part of my heart to find release (too)

keep my distance

music slows to rap solo...

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

sha-shake with every boom

involuntary muscle contraction

ignoring and drinking musical gas field euphoria

the sound pounds to make the dead flush

to have you a head rush with red thoughts and said stuff