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