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Castles f. Aesop Rock & Sadistik
Sadistik:
He said, 'Fuck sobriety, death to the worker bees' Thirteen circles I've stepped for eternity Burning purple, stressed on a murder spree It's self-inflicted, don't get it twisted These knives in my back now, Elliott Smith (yeah) Rides in the background, melodies fit (yeah) Mixed with The Misfits, fixes the hurt When the lips that I kiss with press to the dirt French-kiss vixens, distant and cursed Burned bridges occurred from scriptin' my words Word, so I'll chisel a verse On these lie-filled halls that I've lived in and searched I'm still lost in a head of catacombs Cause I build walls like I'm Edgar Allan Poe I've killed off every damsel that I know For castles that I keep, castles that I know
Deacon:
I'm having spirits in the dark Laying under moonlight Laughing with a stranger like I've saved her from her doomed life Pop a couple percs A perk of anonymity Trapped within a curse that I created with my energy A path that I rehearse A cycle on repeat Life is like a lion and i'm dying at it's feet I roll another a sweet Check my muted Treo I've seemed to miss the plot too busy caught up in the b-roll My eye up to the key-hole Scared to turn the knob and go out on my own 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Instead I blend in with the mob My memory bank the only thing I tend to rob and every time I'm thrown the lob i'm out of Dodge It's hard On the blvd and other cliches The type of bullshit that I'm feeding self these days Corrosion on my relays One day my mirror shows an Emp in new clothes exposed
Aesop Rock:
I mow a dead lawn Aim for the alpha Ten claws deck the halls of Valhalla Not a man or receptacle for crestfallen matter Never tempered or pressed into patterns But just won't die Instead of palpitation from the plasma Pumping disenchanting anecdotes And antiquated data at 'em I get these headaches that climb down into my stomach Then off in my extremities and out into the public In a flood of shadow puppetry Something in the air Got a tiny pull of energy becoming self- aware Its recognizing family in alpha numeric characters Scenery and deities with unassuming avatars Close encounters exacerbate his condition From placid to a bastion of classic misdirection Tune into the Casio adventures When the rest of me can barely form a God damn sentence!
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