Guts. - Intellectual

[Intro]

Hey, don’t worry, this isn’t gonna kill me

Might even bring me back to life a little bit

Tears sear my face, where the hell have they all been

I'm worlds away from anything to help me crawl far away from all my sins

Pieces missing, pieces lost, in the frenzy of a life gone untold

It's a pretty long story, even though I know I'm not very old

I've been looking for someone to spill all my guts

‘Cause I'm not plunging in this knife alone

All the people I know reminisce about the days

When anxiety didn't ruin all my hopes

I'm fucking waiting for someone to spill all my guts

Tear my heart right out of my chest

Give a good long look at this thing that we designed

Something broken and hurting and just so resigned

To the world that forged it, from the depths of hell

I tried to keep my head but it's just so hard to tell

It's a tightrope to walk along the line of life or death

And I think I'm wobbling, coming up on my last breath

The knife is ready, it's ready, hold on tight

Give it a shove and drag it down to watch me come to life

Someone please open me up and witness all this gore

‘Cause I don't wanna spill my guts all alone anymore