Castles f. Aesop Rock & Sadistik

Sadistik:

He said, '**** 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

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 ******** 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!