Low - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Writing was security

Oh God, it seems eternity

Is the void between a good idea

And the ink stains I call words that I vomit here

Tomorrow never comes but yesterday

Hangs like a spectre over me

And it's the dirt on the shovel that’s slowly burying me

Yeah!

Jesus, I exploit You without You

God, I looked outward and I found nothing

I looked inside and found that it was much the same

So why the hell do I keep forgetting to look up

When I'm struggling to put fingers to keys or a pen to a blank page

I never thought that I would be

Cursing my extremities

I used to guide so willingly

Across the strings and pages that have come to be

That have come to be

Empty, empty, empty I am

I am empty

Crack my ribs so the void inside has a place to go

I feel so empty sometimes, God you know, I feel alone

Take my weary head and lay it low

Crack my ribs so the void inside has a place to go

I feel so empty sometimes, God you know, I feel alone

Take my broken heart and slowly make it whole

Jesus, I exploit You without You