Softest Hard - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Poke it with a stick is it hard or is it soft

We boiled it for an hour and we kept it in our loft

The feeling is a stranger is it time to open up

There's no such thing in our place as enough is enough

You call the stuff i keep inside for something close to hate

I tell you that it's not that, that it's just something that I ate

I keep this shit still going cause I keep seeing your face

While I should lock myself inside for things to be kept sane

When I'm sleeping in the softest hard is taking place

The rock that rolled down from the hill has taken space inside

I try to act as if it's gone but the fact is hard to hide

You tried to get inside of me like you do all the time

But as the rock is growing things will never be just fine

You touch it on the surface, it's reacting to your hand

A kind of symbiosis I will never understand

You got that magnetism with you, is it in you glance

Or something that you brought back with you from the foreign land?

People keep on fading into others in my nights

Who was hero turned into a guy I had to fight

He was gonna come over for Turkish delights

But now you say it's daytime and that everything's alright

Dreamt I booked a lot of flights to go to every lake

That I had the emails but it had been some mistake

Now I got a headache cause I woke up all too late

When I'm sleeping in the softest hard is taking place