Dinner 4 4 - Intellectual

[Intro]

Did you ever turn on the subliminal message

Sublim-subliminal message

I can't compensate, my consciousness is getting thin

My dinner is already done, but I'm not getting full enough of meat

Or cabbages, pork and beans keep filling heads

Overflowing acid baths while choking on the aftermath of love

Please don't undertake my love

I'm all out of help, my steadiness is getting dim

Silence hits the silverware and I'm not old enough to carry weight

In broccoli, passing on the cottage cheese

Holding scepters made of plastic, acting like it's not that tough of love

Please don't undertake my love

Under mine own elbows, paper-thin napkins

Catching where the blood runs in and out of patterns of peace

One by one, still not feeling full enough

Dip my hands into the ice cream cake and take my own slice of love

Please don't undertake my love