Clocks - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Basing your connections on a premise so thin

You can see right through them, so brittle it’ll crack

A smile right back under your feet

Bite off your legs, leave you with stumps

Chastise you for your whimper and embrace it too

We can suck up your weakness and swish it around

In our mouths and pass it back and forth

And back and forth, and back and forth

I’m all out of cartridges for you right now

We’ll have to run on different juice, I got things to do

I don’t got the time, I don’t got the time

I don’t got the time, I don’t got thе time

I don’t got the time, I don’t got it

Hostility vanishеd outside the chalk circle

Replaced my lingering tension

And all the power was held within

And all the hopefuls could do was wait and wait

Until a decision had been made

From the fucking and the fighting

And the fucking and the fighting