Aesop Rock - Leisureforce lyrics

Postcards from the pink bath paint leisure
As a cloaked horse through
A stained-glass Saint Peter
Hack faith healer
Cheat death to the very end
Cherry wooden nickels on his
Specs for the ferrymen
X-O, Zodiac a pentagram expo
Pet Cemetery in electric fresco
Abaddon threshold, flash forged in a galley
With undead orcs pulling oars
Through the algae
Smash cut to a smoke-bombed quarantine
Guards like
"All signs correlate with sorcery"
It's more a dormant cell of valor as
Awoken by the smell of sordid power
And defecting shortly after
Fist bump dry land, brackish
Cat nap 15, back to
Swiss-cheese the flagship, uh
Blue in the menacing grip of a
Day for which you're manifestly unfit

Final answer "not to be"
"not to be" is right!
Next question - to build
Winged shoes or autophagy
Silk-screen band tees, take apart a VCR
Ringer off, canned peas, cabin fever mi amor
Patently adhering to the chandelier
At key-in door to usher in the understated
Anarchy of leisureforce
Led a purple tongue and ratty Caballeros
Up over the black rainbow into
The house of mirrors
To become a thousand zeroes
Echoing a twisted alchemy freak flags
Fluttering to circadian free jazz
Sleep apnea, scratching
"bring that beat back"
I doze off, clothes on, nose in the feedbag
Shhh om nom, nom, blinds drawn
Compost thrown to the spine pile, bygones
Mangy, intimately spaced pylons
On a plot of inhospitable terrain, "Hi mom!"

Midsummer, bit crusher, midwinter
Bit shifter
Midsummer, bit crusher, midwinter
Bit shifter
No sleep, gold mine, front door circled
Proceed, low light, 24 curfews
Midsummer, bit crusher, midwinter
Bit shifter
Midsummer, bit crusher, midwinter
Bit shifter
Crows beak, cold night, unmoored virtue
Proceed, snow-blind, 24 curfews

Raise up the bridge, lower the portcullis
Rain forks into mutton, no abort button
Core pump, assorted color sugar water
Poor lummox
Unexplained ailments and doesn't work
Well with others wet nose on the glass
Garibaldi half cookie dough
Lock jaw, Don 4 walls like a wooden coat
Behold the rotting fruit of excommunication:
A ruby tide insubordinate to lunar phases
That maneuver past the beaches to
The bosom of the pavement
Now the bow drill smolder in
A flooded bit of basement
Grace of a misled teen who prefers his
Scenes with a little Wilhelm scream
The ambush predator edition
Skill set of Will Tell aim
And speed over short distance
Part hatter mad, part erratic habitat
Dark matter harnessing his
Heart attack-ack-ack-ack-ack

Midsummer, bit crusher, midwinter
Bit shifter
Midsummer, bit crusher, midwinter
Bit shifter
No sleep, gold mine, front door circled
Proceed, low light, 24 curfews
Midsummer, bit crusher, midwinter
Bit shifter
Midsummer, bit crusher, midwinter
Bit shifter
Crows beak, cold night, unmoored virtue
Proceed, snow-blind, 24 curfews