1,000 Deaths

[Verse One]

I saw the wrought-iron cross inverted circlin' above my turret

Slid the spiraling banister down and hide, banished am I

My ruby glass glazed specs staple the trader of market thieves

Where vendors count the stolen citrus out their pyramids

Mirrored without a slapstick

Mavericks plugged directly to third rail surges

Piss on electric mayhem through city commuter circuits

Oooh child, raised as 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 thick in the air

Pungent as 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 railroad spikes

Use my skull to bash them all in, gather sit and grin, weave

All fail the most serene communication pageant

Where sitting with a stranger and living awards the badges

I spell merit with my name stitched on my heritage

And serenade arrogant simpletons to feed my cherished grin

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

[Hook]

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, making 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, making 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

Jonesing for home alone days to sit and count my poems, I

Dig in the dirt I rig 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-bombers spearheading fink operetta

Walk my line, now what? Now strut that little poison combine

Y'all call natural, in honesty promise me twenty thousand Sloppy leagues

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 panning 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

[Hook x2]