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Aesop Rock Miscellaneous Commencement at the Obedience Academy Verse One: The harvest appeared less plentiful than last season I imagine sloppy seed handling avoke the stroke of tardy planting And the crops we'd have harnessed in mid November It only brushed the blossom bracket then soon sacrificed Lives to icicle jackets when the frosted I sunk to find the walk beneath the mosses Where the planted tunnel pass after the rains have run their courses But alas the portraits of these frosted corpses tortured in the grass Off of distorts or pour the one tall glass and nauseous And I'm asking you, why's this spy supply hiding in strangers When they know atop the food chains I could spot biters for acres Now be gracious, these minstools turn a bully's psycho civil By dissolving the candy coated image down to the pixels Yelp bringing the self-stop freedom brigade investors And the studies connecting one hit wonders with dust collectors Puts it down, and it's down beneath your sappy sing alongs So stick it further down where the daunted decide which ring I'm on Nova yell just took positions and advance march Parts playing a scheme parking the rain in my canteen now I'm like Point I guess I could spare a splash for a couple of heads Counterpoint during my famine I never got broke your bread Well equation of intrigue, yes, yes, let me fed sit for a bit These 'tensils need soaking before I hand out token "Shut the fuck up" drama like Kabuki with a heart of dirt Skull fucked cross bones hence my birth it hurts Chorus: Must not sleep must warn others Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers I milk my habitat for almost everything I want Sometimes I take it all and still can't feel this pitfall in my gut And I'm like must not sleep must warn others Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers I'm trying to walk on top of sunshine But it's ridiculous at times that's why I tore 'em with this warning Verse Two: Wanting the glory of our advance fire ants to water beetles Free masons adjacent debasing on pins and needles Pupil turned pedagogue benedicts into my dream Beam in a billion bottle rockets off the golden mezzanine I pluck the pedals off a classic blood rose one at a time Gripping the stem and right invite the thorns to dig up in my lifeline A metaphor for nighttime, ante up the slight cost of exhaustion To salute the moon of our paradise lost and you're a spectator Stringent, inch by sacred inch shoveling colon in my earthworm soul Borough up through the dirt with bloody digit lick my knuckles clean Noting the corporate clusters holding hands round the abode of the dam And what's your poison? Starlight and amaze her with a nicotine chaser Sip it clean savor the taste then sit and dream later The ollage pay their back upon they hinges twenty miles Across the glassy eye window of one less to passes by Now I'm six foot four with a sick flow walk up just to recline With no free time, the alarm storms at nine My daytime's on some, yes sir, okay sir, right away sir Sir do you mind if I breathe sir oh you do? Well excuse me sir fuck you I breathe slow, I'm running with these fantastic amalgams Painting casket bound careers to pierce gunning with classic albums Security's the javelin, catch it; labor Clocked in at seven six and haven't clocked out ever since Chorus: Must not sleep must warn others Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers I milk my habitat for almost everything I want Sometimes I take it all and still can't feel this pitfall in my gut And I'm like must not sleep must warn others Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers I'm trying to walk on top of sunshine But it's ridiculous at times that's why I tore 'em with this warning |
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