Space - Intellectual

Just want to tell you about my straight faced kinda place

Your faults drowned and retraced

The steps you have taken and the progress you're makin'

I don't wanna forsake it or fake it lordie

Prepare to be programmed

On into the jam with no elvis to take it

No one will forsake it. I won't make it

And all these cause and effects got us sheddin' regrets

And I will never deny you

I'll never slide another trick on by you

And if you must ponder a question and make no connection

Let me slow it down for you

I never ever want to ignore you

The rumors are getting stronger

I wanna drink a toast to the humor

Bad words clean throats

A cynical miracle produced by a lyrical intersection of some old conventions

Cut it, paste it dropped it out on Lakes with

A not so difficult symbol that you can take home and blast from your system with some mad fuckin' riffs

If your mother reacts negatively to the track

Ask her to wonder and question her recollection

And does she even remember what she owned in her collection?

The rumors are getting stronger