Artist: Aesop Rock Album: Float Song: Float Typed by: fatderek@gmail.com This fallen angel could stitch a wing with a shoestring The prime directive selects reflective aviation bathed in mood swing I'm broke, I know a walking corpse who'd spit icicle dagger to slit throat Quicker than you can prove there's four letter in hope I paint a portrait from my cell called life Inside the tortoise shell, tortured Orbiting hell's orchard intrigued but not compelled I smell a hint of charred child flesh sweeping through my quarters Order one canteen of liquid caffeine and eclipse the slaughter Now is you is the villain of my kabuki hologram cuz I hobble with hollow hands Please pan the nozzle We see intent to re-invent dream application with homage to ancients But honor modern replacements circling now basics I'm Bilbo Baggins with stilts tipping the Petri dish Breached fish on the shores where the feast of wits eat the corpse Divvy the servings and study the traits that deemed killer breed credible That's a harp of a different color but the song remains identical I am not a crook, I cook the wick at both ends Just to blend that element of chance with my tight rope dance Life, sight beyond, fire ant with a hunger pain gut be gone Belong to something civil, saint, cuz this Rembrandt paints on And it's a cold canvas lodged in the gut of Atlantis Some present impressive lung, some truly learn what a death chant is I alone personify mankind's collective sulk As a result of one angry Zeus fist blistering cult pulp in bulk Face it, die, place it on the shelf next to the portrait mommy gave you Of the day it rained but y'all posed by the slave ship anyway Make it rain 'til the levy breaks My fetus breeds as a combine of father time and his sweetest concubine, wine And it saddens me like televised casualties I'll be hung in the village square in exactly 5 minutes; you don't want to miss it As a token of my discontent regarding the equation I'm officially closed for consultation [CHORUS] I float; while everyone around me's busy drowning...