Third Alternative - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

My hands up to the maker, my head's down in the bong

I swim in bloated vision, and I kiss you on the phone

My heart beats so atomic, and I spill the sweat of drones

A mouth screams to a hundred, and my lips split all alone

Sometimes I think this pig will just explode

Sometimes I hope this torture just goes on, ahh

Well, I'll stuff myself in a pit of darkness

And I'll slam 'till I, I can't see home

(Yeah, yeah)

Would you like to hope for Eden that I keep a steady hand?

Do you want to milk the syrup of a thousand year old man?

Shall we fuck each other's babies, let momentum do its best?

Keep our shrieking little urges in our burned out little heads

Well, I sense a slight recoil, was it something that I said?

Sometimes I think this pig will just explode, ahh

Sometimes I hope this torture just goes on

Well, I'll stuff myself in a pit of darkness

And I'll slam 'till I, I can't see home

Dropping off the edge of nowhere

Everything I've ever known

I've ever known, I've ever known

This is what you asked for

Now this is what you'll get

Sometimes I think this pig will just explode, ahh

Sometimes I hope this torture just goes on

Well I'll stuff myself in a pit of darkness

And I'll slam 'till I, I can't see home, yeah

Dropping off the edge of nowhere

Everything I've ever known

Ahhh, ahhh

I've ever known, I've ever known

I've ever known

I've ever known, I've ever known

I've ever known