Abandoned Malls-Aesop Rock/Blockhead

[ti:Abandoned Malls] [ar:Aesop Rock/Blockhead] [al:Garbology] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Abandoned Malls - Aesop Rock/Blockhead [00:28.58]I was staring off into the water [00:30.63] [00:31.81]Looking for some undiscovered colors [00:34.03]Like a blue that really wasn't but it wasn't any others [00:37.75]The synesthetic cousin to the hum of his discomfort [00:41.12]I been a punching bag for some truly deluded garbage [00:44.47]Now his handshake is a unicorn his hug a moving target [00:48.03]Dark days either sparing change for the square pegs [00:52.01]Or in his fav chair sipping on bear mace [00:55.16]Tripping through his daymare marathoning monster flicks [00:58.53]Zombie in the stale air logging his Hayashi pics [01:02.02] [01:02.86]I been trying to teach your kid to ollie [01:05.18]She got the basic motion and glow when she show her mommy [01:08.68]I get they want the hows [01:09.75]And whens of water cooler powder kegs [01:12.07]That s**t that get your saintly favorites ousted [01:14.59]From the power grid [01:16.01] [01:16.69]I know I know some s**t about some s**t [01:18.99]I guess that gotcha gossip simply isn't part of how I live [01:23.03] [01:28.23]Skin cold to the touch [01:30.00] [01:34.96]Eyes open no pulse [01:36.70] [01:41.76]Diagnosis in flux [01:43.56] [01:49.88]Traffic in a mad world [01:51.88]Mad world whereupon [01:53.38]Often times the body spits the spirit out and carries on [01:56.89]To engineer some semblance of a normal life yours and mine [02:00.39]Then of course it's normalcy where paranormal's normalized [02:03.76]Normal is a phantom force that levitates the forks and knives [02:06.91]Or otherworldly parasites that quarrel over portion size [02:10.72]Hit the floor and you could be the next [02:12.52]Unfriendly energy to organize [02:14.76]Ordering corpses into the chorus line [02:17.63] [02:18.60]Best friends and death beds [02:20.80]Red cents and headwinds vs one man who's ten men [02:24.12]I bubble to the surface legendarily imperfect [02:27.25]Purging Slurpee from a head [02:28.72]That turns incessantly in circles it's concerning [02:31.74]My psychic likes to focus on a orb [02:33.99]And tell me how she sees me coming home [02:36.18]To goldfish on the floor in perpetuity [02:38.33] [02:39.18]I been sleeping in my armchair taking weird walks [02:42.46]And speaking to folk who aren't there [02:45.22] [02:50.36]Skin cold to the touch [02:52.09] [02:57.10]Eyes open no pulse [02:58.90] [03:04.03]Diagnosis in flux [03:05.88] [03:12.37]The same alleys we used to imagine Babylon [03:15.90]Feel like abandoned malls overgrown with Spanish moss [03:19.28]Commotion froze in time with no sign of your lamb of god [03:22.71]It's a land of the lost scrambling for canned applause [03:26.25]D**nit rip the bandage off rant or panic if you must [03:29.48]Any way you manage it [03:30.81]The plan was always pick the cuffs eventually [03:33.76]Fixtures who were questionably prisoners and ventured out [03:37.18]Now we're never anything but visitors [03:39.98]Spent the winter sitting pretty on a sleigh to hell [03:42.59]Ok to look away if you need to forsake and save yourself [03:46.98]It's underneath what's underneath the dungeon [03:49.92]That layer of dysfunction that ain't for the weak of stomach [03:53.22]I freak an Archeology that reek of repercussion [03:56.29]If you need to pick some pieces up come dig a hole to jump in [04:00.89]Light sleeper I'm a fighter I'm a feeder [04:03.28] [04:04.59]Earth wind fire water aether [04:06.98] [04:12.74]Skin cold to the touch [04:14.53] [04:19.81]Eyes open no pulse [04:21.23] [04:26.70]Diagnosis in flux