Fellowship - Intellectual

Ride a metal bird, and fly across the land

To forget who I am

No girl or boy, or a woman nor a man

Did you really understand?

They never understand

With my head up in my hands

Did I fuck up all my plans?

Does it matter what I wear?

Does it matter how I speak?

Knee deep in the streets

Hide crack in my teeth

Blood up on the sheets

Playing ambient music

Behind all the shootings

Theres a chance someone is going to see me

I need money so at homes I'm intruding

And theres a chance that person could go n' tell the feds y'know that?

Booting

How many times do I have fucking to tell you?

I dont care

I dont

It was never one of us

N' never could be

I dont