My Woods - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

There's a kid within my head

With a hatchet to my nerves

Rebellion fills the songs he sings

And this much I deserve

With every hack at synaptic gaps

There's another to the hairline

His freckled skin hides an angry side

And even though he wants me dead

I'd kill myself to keep him alive

Flat out motionless

A statue growing mold

Around me rotates a world

With no control

The forest of my childhood now's a filthy parking lot

What isn't asphalt is barely connected

By deserted grown-in stonewalls

And therein lies a home

He stumbles the streets alone

Walking through the backyards, circling the brain stem

Left unto his own

Motionless

A statue growing mold

Around me rotates a world

With no control

I know I'll never make it by myself

But he believes, he believes in one more swing

Twenty-three atop the peak of nothing guaranteed

Lets hope at thirty-five my friend inside

Is still up there and still alive

I'll pack my bags and run away

I'll run away, I'll run away

Outrun the axe another day

I'll pack my bags and run away

I'll run away, I'll run away