The Interview - Intellectual

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Well Jacob was a child, and he tried to be so good

Collecting bugs and bark and earth and pelts and bones and wood

Mama used to hit him with the shovel in the shed

So Jacob hid the shovel underneath his bed

First it was a rabbit, then it was a deer

Jacob tried to stop himself and the voices in his ear

Mama said you're wicked, then she called the priest

Said get this evil outta my boy and fix this little freak

No amount of Jesus could heal his killing hands

First it was a rabbit, then it was a man

But wicked thoughts and injuries and brains that harbor mysteries

Tеrrible secret midnight deeds will slowly numb thе heart

And broken minds and innocence and frightened wings that have been clipped

Spirits taken from and hit will slowly kill a boy

When I saw him changing, I saw it in his eyes

I saw it in his fragile face, the contortion of his spine

I asked him was he in there? was his soul alive?

Said his soul was only breathing the second something died

Then he talked about great justice, the distortion of true love

The way his mama kissed him, then turned and beat him up

I said "Why'd you till the grass, make all these shallow graves?"

He stood there kinda silent, expression falling blank

Jacob on the TV was dressed up in a suit

In the documentary, they played our interview

They clipped our conversations to maximise the evil

I guess to draw the viewers, maybe to please the people

But all I could remember was that Jacob was a child

'Till his skull was cracked and his aching frame had quickly been defiled

And he wondered why he couldn't ever truly feel a thing

And why he searched for it in death, some elusive kind of peace

But wicked thoughts and injuries and brains that harbor mysteries

Terrible secret midnight deeds will slowly numb the heart

And broken minds and innocence and frightened wings that have been clipped

Spirits taken from and hit will slowly kill a boy