Dried Root - Intellectual

[Verse]

I am a man, but my skin is dried root

Hills I traverse have been drawn ‘round that sheet

The first time that I wandered away from that chute

I dove in the mud and I crawled incomplete

The seed from which I grew has turned to a stranger

The soil I walk on is filled with despair

I moved to a field, empty but for a manger

And there, I am growing bitter and unfair

The isolation was a blessing for torture

But urbanization has crowded my ditch

Houses have spread like the spring in an orchard

The voices you’ve buried, they scrеam and they twitch

Trying to muffle my mind, wrapped in Bonfim

Thеy must really not know who I am

This is the dawn of the rule of the wrong king

So, I won’t be silly, unless it is planned

[Pre-Chorus]

These are my farms and my fields, you’re not welcome

I’ll hack at your shins and turn you to a stump

These words are not for your embrace, I won’t sell them

If you don’t grow leaves, then you’ll go to the dump

[Chorus]

Running streams

Drag me, cold

Stunning screens

Trap my soul

Scorching ice

Watching, hold

Fool me twice

And I fold

And I cry

And I give up

And I try

And I live it up

Decades lost

Liars weep

Records crossed

Now I sleep

[Verse]

Fireworks signal the great winter harvest

The only tradition is stationary song

I offer my spirit, you butchers, you carvers

For a minute, a decade, and double as long

Gather ‘round, everyone, watch and sit down

The best seats will be gone before I arrive

The town’s token loss, disembowelled, pound for pound

Shedding old concepts of being alive

The families I’ve left and the women I’ve let down

The friends I’ve attacked, you will all get a turn

The sticks to your left and the fire on dry ground

Torch up my skin, I can shine as it burns

Hear me, fear me, I am thunder

I’ll frighten the birds, I’ll interrupt your sweep

For my voice is a hex and my life is a blunder

Spent either on dry land or far in the deep