re: Stacks - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

This my excavation and to–

–day is Kumran

Everything that happens is from now on

This is pouring rain, this is paralyzed

I keep throwing it down, two–

–hundred at a time

And it's hard to find it when you knew it

When your money's gone and you're drunk as hell

On your back with the racks as the stacks as your load

In the back and the racks of the stacks are your load

In the back with your racks and you're unstacking your load

I've been twisting to the sun

I needed to replace

And the fountain in the front yard is rusted out

All my love was down in a frozen ground

There's a black crow sitting across from me

His wiry legs are crossed

And he's dangling my keys, he even fakes a toss

Whatever could it be that has brought me to this loss?

On your back with your racks as the stacks of your load

In the back and the racks and the stacks of your load

In the back with your racks and you're unstacking your load

This is not the sound of a new man

Or crispy realization

It's the sound of the unlocking and the lift away

Your love will be safe with me