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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
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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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