Boy Boy Boy - Intellectual

[Intro]

Red girl, it's [?], the boy is low

Here comes the night before

A layman sitting in the door

A pile of pine needles and twine

Arose of agar, red and brine

My name is [?] and it runs through my bones

Hear the heights and let them go

There's the boy

He's ruffled like the quiet among the hungry straw

The place to melt bones

And the stable, once dry, consumed by humming cries

Of insects and spindly things

Never were, you never were

Bone (born?) cold in the heat

But none of which [?]

[?] and add the meat

Weighing me down, weighing me down, weighing me down, weighing me down

Young once, spun

Hung limp and gathered rust