Idea / Intent

Sometimes it's dark in my head
Sometimes I give up the light
For the monsters under my bed
And they feast on my thoughts
They're well fed
Communication is hell
I get tired of checking the mail
Tired of checking myself
you bet I'll be in the ring
When you ring the bell
But if I let it out
Vibrations in the throat can convey more than just sound
It's the idea that will cut you up and you down
(Cut you up and cut you down)
But if I let it out
It's not just you versus the verbs and the nouns
It's the intent that'll fuck you up now
And it'll fuck you up again and again
Sometimes the silence is fun
Sometimes the words taste sweeter on the tip of my tongue
They beat the bitter of war
Where nobody won
Where we're just casualties
In this casual fight
Giving up so causally
Sometimes there isn't the time
Or the energy
But if I let it out
Vibrations in the throat can convey more than just sound
It's the idea that will cut you up and you down
(Cut you up and cut you down)
But if I let it out
It's not just you versus the verbs and the nouns
It's the intent that'll fuck you up now
And it'll fuck you up again and again
But if I let it out
Vibrations in the throat can convey more than just sound
It's the idea that will cut you up and you down
(Cut you up and cut you down)
But if I let it out
It's not just you versus the verbs and the nouns
It's the intent that'll fuck you up now
And it'll fuck you up again and again