Wire - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Babies born from and into light

Deep shades of vermilion and turpentine

Lives blossomed come and go in turns

You raise whatever you can in this world

I write with cloth-covered wires in the walls

Long-forgotten sneaky cursive fire hazards

In hopes of feeling it all under the skin

The ecstasy, the drop, the routine, the dramamine

Highly fallible machines

A dozen phallic monuments erect on city property

Whose money is paying for whose wet dreams

We come and dig deep holes at night

You know I know you know what I mean

We got basements filled with dreams, undreamed

We are wired to toss and turn in turmoil, unashamed

If there's one thing I have learned

It is how to poke the fire until I burn

The fire until I burn

I am living in the moment of being slowly ripped open (Being slowly ripped open)

Many times, on the the kitchen floor, akimbo, in motion (Just torn apart)

Still we gather ourselves to make magic from scratch

Go begging for the gatekeepers to have our broken backs

Dress the magic in something a lot more mundane

Plate me on a stage with soft-spoken restraint

I am buzzing head to toe, eye to eye and thumb to tongue

I am a live wire in the walls and the flood is coming

If there's one thing I have learned

It is how to poke the fire until I burn

The fire until I burn