Waiting - Intellectual

[Vocal Sample]

I'm just drifting

(uh huh)

(yeah)

Waiting for things

[Verse 1]

Through the forest toward the source waiting to attain grace

Our paths diverge, but take us to the same place

Cast skyward, weightless when the chains break

Archetypal figures that shape-shift, and change face

Storm the gates, hit the safe, get the cake

While dog eats dog off a Donner family dinner plate

I'm in the clouds, in the crowd, in a visionscape

In effect, any minute now I'ma get it straight

I've seen her face in my dreams since I was young

A Beatrice, a queen, a mother that chides her son

That stumbled through his life when he couldn't find a hobby

And lived on the cliffs edge like the Anasazi

Saw my love walking down the street like a vision

A symbol of a hidden world, show me what I'm missing

(She smiled at him, but said nothing)

Then disappeared around the corner while I put the poison in my bloodstream

A child born in the briars and thorns

That tried to silence sirens and horns in the eye of the storm

The fire rages, the state calls their young to war

Some will turn their hatred into something more

And place guns on the floor

Breathe deep, darkness retreats

See my heart periodically, it's part of her mystique

Hold the keys to the city where the shepherds lead the sheep

And never ever ever get the mark of the beast

[Chorus]

I climbed the ladder then I fell again

I had a whole wardrobe full of skeletons

And old habits that arrested my development

In the woods at the mercy of the elements

Waiting for my love

You seen her?

I'm waiting for my love

They tell me I'm a dreamer

(Waiting for things)

[Verse 2]

Run and warn the village not to place trust

In machines built to subjugate the universe in us

The jungle's not safe after dusk

I saw hyenas tear a man to pieces and turned away in disgust

But some nights mother made me kill for my next meal

My dreams seemed more alive, the world felt less real

And in the full moon light, she looked beautiful

A fresh blanket of snow, a garland of human skulls

Her valleys and streams are my flesh, my veins

Like birds in flight, are neuron's firin' in my right brain

And words are weapons to sharp-shoot shots off

In the dark of night and hit the mark with precise aim

Lone pistolero too legit to cease

Gain the kingdoms of the world, lose your inner peace

Got no social skill but I can do this in my sleep

Jacques Cousteau the ocean to reveal the universe beneath