Aesop Rock - Molecules lyrics

That's impossible come on

Spoilers, the non bon-voyage
Stock weaponry and soylents and
Whatever stop the voices
Colossal paranoias out to author
An abrasive lore
About how war paint won't assure
You ain't a painted whore, baby
No ground wires, all jaw froth
Mouth-breathing outliers climb out
Of mothballs wrung stones unsung and alone
Known to run up in the unknown
"honey I'm home" i push a bucket of bolts
Assorted death in his wake
I take the hand off the thief
I take the head off a snake
Approach a pen like revolution's
Just a sentence away
'Til then he's documenting cops
And watching Heaven decay
It's not a gentleman's game it's
A generation braced accordingly
Who know the differences between the
Cozy and the quarantine
Yes y'all the crestfallen careworn
Air horn, air horn, air horn, air horn

These awful winds those grinding gears
This pile of bones that's why I'm here
Wild frontier (Come on)
These violent drums those primal fears
This pool of mud that's why I'm here
W-w-w-w-wild frontier

That's impossible, body still warm
Scavengers already obsessively knocking
On his molecules i'm catatonic, fat
And outta rocket-fuel and ramen
Not a dollar
Watching Rocky 2 in Donatello boxers
At some hot-as hell motel in what's
Supposed to be his Shangri-La
More akin to angry mobs with anchor tats
And mangey dogs in vacant lots
Traded any semblance of consistency
To play the odds
Not even a baby doll to change his gauze
Not even a hideaway to hide up in
A side effect of sliding
Environment to environment
Driving isn't simply when the tires spin
Try again
Departures and arrivals aren't only
Time and mileage try again again
A raider break off from the phalanx
And never look back, never cook
Crack, K - thanks, bye
New York in the rear view then peel
Out, 'til he found New York in the windshield

These cursed dogs those flying spears
This rancid food that's why I'm here
Wild frontier (Come on)
These fleeting hopes those vital prayers
This bag of cash that's why I'm here
W-w-w-w-wild frontier

This was never an effective
Way to rally insurgents
Or really even the occupation
Of a rational person
When you write about seclusion and
Some buyers finally tune in
You get frightened finding happiness can
Drive away the movement in a jiffy
Just eat your food and keep the future iffy
That fruition's for the viewers who
Need a loser to pity
Plus an underlying message of
A greater disconnection
God forbid he try to live or gain momentum
Mend or pay his penance
You'd rather see him eat a
Bowl of mouse traps surf a thousand couches
Take a jagged little down the hatch
Chowderheads
I know you love the way the failure flounder
Maybe I could be your daily downer
If his brain left his body and
Was headed for the door
Would you take it in and help it
Find it's way into a jar?
No? Fuck it, let him hop around a maze
We can see who's really lost
When the schadenfreude fades

These churning seas those quiet sneers
This box of parts that's why I'm here
Wild frontier (Come on)
These creepy friends those dicey dares
This perfect dark that's why I'm here
W-w-w-w wild frontier