World - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

There is something falling from your fingertips

For every moment that you've seen, there's one you've missed

Are you alright? Are you still feeling dead?

Well, I turned out the lights around, there's no difference

Well, I hear every word, these walls are paper thin

In every person that you meet, they all need fixed

Do you wonder? Are you still feeling dead?

If I turned down this radio, I'd hear nothing

Do you wonder?

I have had your ears, a younger me loves it

I haven't been around this neighborhood in a few years

Do you feel good? Do you notice it?

There's a crowd in front of me, I just don't care

I hear a thousand people sing, I feel nothing

Do you wonder?

Won't you split me open?

Let the air out

I'm your old friend

Won't you split me open?

Let the air out

I'm your old friend

Well I wiped this window clean, still can't see in

If I tuned out these people here, I'd hear the wind

And if I force fed you this pill, would you notice?

If I tuned out your world for good, you’d have nothing

Do you wonder?

Won't you split me open?

Let the air out

I'm your old friend

Won't you split me open?

Let the air out

I'm your old friend