Michael Is Done - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Now Michael is done

Stripped bare of pretense

Soaking his sheets

While counting insects

He’s a grid on the sun

He’s the hate in the love

Every hole is a leak

When Michael does speak

But Michael will win

There’s a flame on his tongue

His words are burnt meat

To muscle and rend

Now Michael will cloak

Every raft in his moat

To speak is to choke

To leave is to come

When the other has come

Then Michael is done

Is done, is done...

While cracking his lens

He is breaking his hands

Growing wings from his back

Michael sinks in his sack

When Michael is gone

Some other will come

When the other has come

Then Michael is done

Is done, is done...