You Come Down - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

You come down with your thorns in your crown

Tearing the flesh from your skull

And the trick of the brain is the trickle in vein

As it drips from your ears and your nostril

But you could always make the lakes fill up

Take my hand, leave my heart to the damned

As you build me a bed in the earth

Peel back my skin, let the daffodils in

As you bury me back to my birth

But you could always make me hurt

'Cause I will go to the ends of the Earth

Just to hear you sing

Make no mistake, but the heartache of my weight

Feels like the breath of the wind

Without the force to push me on

Plough through the soil, hear the crunch of the foil

As you unwrap the bread of my heart

Chew through the bones, close your ears to the moans

Of you, I now am a part

But how long can you hold on to your head?

Take my lungs, pour the songs that we've sung

Into a readymade flask

Mouth open wide as you drink it inside

Drips through the hole in your mask

But you could always make me hurt