Hole - Intellectual

Submit the blood to the ways of spirits

Carried to daylight's edge

And they will speak for a pouting mouth

Sunken in like a dredge

It's so easy when

When you make yourself

The final cull

It's easier done than said

Underneath, you've shown the worst part of me

The lower I sink, the fever's rising

The moment you arose, I bludgeoned all hope

So sick and delusional, but still I dug up that hole

Hole

All the phantoms

How they brought

The delirium

Let it rot

You should know, you should know

I've crawled out since then, you should know

Hole

Sever all threads

I've crawled out since then, you should know