Idea/Intent

Sometimes it's dark in my head Sometimes I give up the light for the monsters under my bed And they feast on my thoughts They're well-fed Communication is hell I get tired of checking the mail Tired of checking myself You bet I'll be in the ring when you ring the bell But if I let it out Vibrations in the throat can convey more than just sound It's the idea that'll cut you up and cut you down (Cut you up and cut you down) But if I let it out it's not just you versus the verbs and the nouns It's the intent that'll fuck you up now It'll fuck you up again and again Sometimes the silence is fun Sometimes the words taste sweeter on the tip of my tongue They beat the bitter of war where nobody won Where we're just casualties In this casual fight given up so casually Sometimes there isn't the time or the energy But if I let it out Vibrations in the throat can convey more than just sound It's the idea that'll cut you up and cut you down (Cut you up and cut you down) But if I let it out it's not just you versus the verbs and the nouns It's the intent that'll fuck you up now It'll fuck you up again and again But if I let it out Vibrations in the throat can convey more than just sound It's the idea that'll cut you up and cut you down (Cut you up and cut you down) But if I let it out it's not just you versus the verbs and the nouns It's the intent that'll fuck you up now It'll fuck you up again and again