CunninLynguists, Sadistik, Aesop Rock - Castles lyrics

Oh, yeah
("You will fall, the castles you keep")
It's time they come down down

"castle we will keep"
"Clean them, sell them"
"His castle we will keep"
"Clean them, sell them"
"His castle we will keep"
"Clean them, sell them"
"His castle we will keep we will sleep"

He said, "Fuck 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 misfit's, 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

"castle we will keep"
"Clean them, sell them"
"His castle we will keep"
"Clean them, sell them"
"His castle we will keep"
"Clean them, sell them"
"His castle we will keep we will sleep"

I'm having spirit's in the dark
Laying under moonlight
Laughing with a stranger
Like I 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 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 keyhole
Scared to turn the knob
And go out on my own, instead
I blend in with the mob, my
Memory bank's the only thing I tend to rob
And every time I phone the lob
I'm out of dodge
It's hard, on the boulevard
And other clichés
The type of bullshit that I'm
Feeding self these days
Corrosion on my relays
One thing my mirrors chose
An imp in new clothes, exposed

"castle we will keep"
"Clean them, sell them"
"His castle we will keep"
"Clean them, sell them"
"His castle we will keep"
"Clean them, sell them"
"His castle we will keep we will sleep"

I mow a dead lawn, aim for the alpha
Ten claws deck the halls of Valhalla
Not a man
A receptacle for crest-fallen matter
Never tempered or pressed into patterns
But just won't die
Instead a palpitation from the plasma
Pumping disenchanting anecdotes
And antiquated data at 'em
I get these headaches that climb
Down into my stomach
Then off into my extremities and
Out into the public
In a flood of shadow puppetry
Something in the air
Got a tiny pool of energy becoming self-aware
It's recognizing family and
Alphanumeric characters
Scenery and deities with unassuming avatars
Close encounters exacerbate his condition
From classy to a bastion
Of classic misdirection
Tune into the Casio adventures
When the rest of me can barely
Form a god damn sentence

"castle we will keep"
"Clean them, sell them"
"His castle we will keep"
"Clean them, sell them"
"His castle we will keep"
"Clean them, sell them"
"His castle we will keep we will sleep"