1,000 Deaths lyrics

Artist  : Aesop Rock 
Song : 1,000 Deaths



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 Verse One:

I saw the rod-eye cross and murder circle above
my turret
Slither spiraling banister down a hide
My ruby glass glazed specs staple to trade the
market thieves
Where vendors cop the stolen citrus out they
pyramids
Merry without a slapstick mavericks plugged
directly to 3rd rail surges
Piss on electric mayhem through city commuter
circuits
Oooh child, raises oddity, son of a circus side
show freak
Pertinent to the slide show, the wino's leak but
I won't speak
Infected projection hung thicken the air 
Punching is burning plastics upon whiffing the
nasal cringes
Pucker another 60-second lapse while 60 stars
collapse the suckers
And I'm reborn every time the wine metamorphs
back to water, my god
Sweet Christ crucify me with rail road spikes
Use my skull to bash them all in, gather sit and
grin, weave
All fair the most serene communication's pageant
Where sitting with a stranger and living awards
the badges
I spell Marry with my name stitched on my
heritage
Incinerate arrogant simpletons to feed my
cherished wind
Buried in leagues a please, thank you, pardon,
excuse me
Your welcome, may I? ohh, I'd like to nod but no
you may not
Let's take a deep breath, naw let's take a breath
Naw let's take, naw let's aaah shit, well I guess
that about says it
Maybe I'll craft the sycamore canoe and paddle
upstream
Where the luck seems to reflect precious lovely
interventions

Chorus:

I have died a thousand deaths, and I apologize
for you and yours
For kicking your fantasies overboard
I mean I'm only one servant, ayo one hell of a
diversion
And if the masses have agreed to split the sea
then let it bleed

I have died a thousand deaths, and I apologize
for them and theirs
For breaking down their ropes, ladders and stairs
I mean I'm only one servant, ayo one hell of a
diversion
And if the masses have agreed to split the sea
then let it bleed

Verse Two:

You ever died a thousand deaths? I have
And in the morrow stood a thousand steps from
where my nourish laughed
And made a boat at, nomad, I roam in a social
coma
Jones and behome alone days sink how my poems I
Dig in the dirt I bring up the earth like pulley
systems
 
Thereby painting the perfect metaphor for hung
juries
Strung along a song of spawning thorns of fury
Numb the anti-add-alarm before he recognized this
worries me
Carpet by my spearheading fink-eye beretta
Walk my line, now what? Now strut that little
poison combine
Y'all call natural, in honesty promise me twenty
thousand salami links
And dive and finding my thriving ivy leaves
climbing up the pit fall
Lack of most lords aboard, heroes unsung heroes
unbrung rewards
Yo if I flutter in a trouble clutch then I dance
fancy forward
Like park children double dutching ropes in
burning city summers
My wing span can and will employ full expansion
Unfolding while lamping at home with my hands
spanning for gold
Told them the roof was on fire, when that
structure burned to ashes
All y'all saw was Aesop Rock holding an empty
book of matches
Maybe I'll sit until the spilling motors clear
Maybe I'll sit and stroke my billie goat beard
And rethink the time angels appear, maybe I won't
Bundled in my humble little plummet
Numb enough to die those thousand deaths under
the sun it makes me sick

Chorus:

I have died a thousand deaths, and I apologize
for you and yours
For kicking your fantasies overboard
I mean I'm only one servant, ayo one hell of a
diversion
And if the masses have agreed to split the sea
then let it bleed

I have died a thousand deaths, and I apologize
for them and theirs
For breaking down their ropes, ladders and stairs
I mean I'm only one servant, ayo one hell of a
diversion
And if the masses have agreed to split the sea
then let it bleed

I have died a thousand deaths, and I apologize
for you and yours
For kicking your fantasies overboard
I mean I'm only one servant, ayo one hell of a
diversion
And if the masses have agreed to split the sea
then let it bleed

I have died a thousand deaths, and I apologize
for them and theirs
For breaking down their ropes, ladders and stairs
I mean I'm only one servant, ayo one hell of a
diversion
And if the masses have agreed to split the sea
then let it bleed