Aesop Rock - Same Space (The Tugboat Complex pt. 2) lyrics

Killings reflect the destiny of the village
So when 20 count regrets
Float down futility spillage
See I'll pass the broken arrow
This time for certain
Yeah but from here on out it's
Hoofed mare or bare footed urchin
Dig in your person
Now exhibit true audacity and passively
Hack reason to ribbons
And you're excused from the
Round table admissions committee
Activist legends turned hostage
In fallen cities
Dirty earthlings circling vision immaculate
Spin me dizzy in a crosswalk
My too far gone mastodon
Senses inspect relentless
For fitted boogie systems
With crook addictions
Well sure my crown is formed of thorns
Yeah but my thorns are formed of sound
And I have found sound's what keeps me warm
When mornings born with frozen ground
Throw the rope down
Pull me from where the buzzards cleared
The meat from the bones of you and
Your little bad-ass mad max musketeers
When the silhouettes of emaciated frames
Dance on a high-wire
Mistook for aspiring third
World poster children
But is inserted ghost with dealin'
Dare to administer links like
Chieftain whats your forte
Knuckle dragger in disguise seeking the
Match made in your eyes
Friend it don’t take the wisest men
In triplicate pacing to find
I don’t condone the
Blasphemy hatchery’s procreation
From the floods, to the
Fires, to the droughts, to the cyclones
Tidal waves, the twisters, tornadoes
And hail stones whirlwinds, tropical storms
Blizzards and monsoons
All of which I witnessed prior to
Waking up inside my room
Look at the crook as I panic episode tantrums
Fuck hugging my cool
The edginess readies the Mach 9
Quick draw hence the duel
The company of similars couldn't
Excite the motor
But hermit crab Aes home a-loner
One barrel of idioms and charcoal stick
Courage under desire
Canopy draped beautiful messiah reluctant
Stuck in the pluck in the harp
Buzzing the fuzzing television mixer
Book of saturated matches and a half made bed
(sleep on my other half made bed)
Pick of the litter, litter of the pick
Pack leader will huff cannibal fumes
Mechanical zoom there's ample room
Stowaways inside the cargo bed
Said leech prior to firing
Up his barnacle magnet
Instincts leashing himself to where the
Wind splitting ice storms
And termite swarms are commonplace
I'm a trace this silver lining
Winding round the profit chase
I know there is good in you
If one peels back the opulence
But I also know it's ratio to
Bad don't feed my confidence
The nutrients moody tints of blue circle
The clues unit's of success being personal
Then sucked basic diversion
Rusty anchor budging for nothing
Wedged between aesop rock and a scarred face
Of frustrated fuck yous Bound by concern
I can't believe I'm still concerned
I can't believe sly children turn
In their sleep over one-liners
While I yield to hear your burns
Color me out of my skull draggin'
A wagon of creature features
And all I ever wanted was
To aggravate the sleepers
Look self-crafted heroics murder worthless
Crash test ideologies
Catalog alien doctrines type disturbance
Got em out, killing machines turn belly up
Buckled, the troubles I've seen
Coax twenty four sevens of wide
Eyes from day dreamers
Clean or dirty serpents in turn
Wish preference for the latter
Justified the germs birth cauterize
The gashes after on my left
One finger for each borough I can touch
On my right, one finger for each time that
I wake up midsummer night
Who's cloaked in a pristine
Mantle of hellfire
But A-capital glaciers out the
East slide lateral born for one task indeed
To spoil the citizen kane emote
Self this ugly duckling seed
Look I too am tired of draggin'
The baggage over the seesaw seats
When the reapers turns mortals to caspers
See the plain and stone conjurable
Can't mimic the null
Of a billion troops holding
Matchsticks to empty cannons
Stand in for many moons when the
Sun hit the mountainside splendidly
Bask in the last warmth that
Be known to man's tangents
In the wink of an innocent
Starchild's eyelid drop he vanished
Managed to carve initials in the granite
Wall that damned it all up
I hung with cats that do the don'ts
Cats that forage through the moats
Hoping they'll open with sovereignty and
A canteen deemed with prodigies
I log the wake, the watch, the walk, the work
The well it's almost six o'clock
I've never seen so many
Tugboats miss the dock (watch)