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      Zero Dark Thirty

      Zero Dark Thirty

      Aesop Rock

      Album: Skelethon

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      Unsigned hype
      Front line aeronauts flurry
      Zero dark thirty
      Zero friends minotaur-fugly stepchild
      Evoke lunch jumped over plunging necklines
      Up, beside tongue-tied hungry enzymes
      Devolved into mothmen munching textiles
      Out past go-time
      Back 10 fried worms chubbier
      Brown grass both sides
      Canned food
      Manmade tools
      Lanacane, band aids, mandrake root
      Bindle on a broomstick, pancaked shoes
      And a handshake-proof campaign, can’t lose
      Can’t gain
      Smoke out moles like a force of nature
      Pray fortune return to his favor
      Maybe in the form of a nest egg
      Maybe in the form of a tesla death ray
      Or a solid gold scene with something better to celebrate
      Than powder on a face like a flatfoot on jelly day
      M-m-moral compass all batshit
      Spinning in the shadows of immoral magnets
      Are we supporting the artist or enabling the addict
      I mean, I guess it matters to me
      I wish it mattered to you
      How a thousand virtues
      Kick the same bucket like chinatown turtles
      Roving packs of elusive young become
      Choke-lore writers over boosted drums
      In the terrifying face of a future tongue
      Down down from a huntable surplus to one
      (Check his own) Breakneck pulse
      Over colors in a drain
      That emote sugar skulls in the rain
      Flower-eyes melting
      Guided by a levy made of that tile, tilting
      Quarter up and headed for the kill screen
      No corner cut, no build team
      Only a particularly menacing
      Angle perpendicular to everything
      Boys room cherry bomb
      Boy/goon very much runnin' with the devil in the mellotron
      Here’s where a tale of caution
      Pounds coffin nails
      To bootlegs of Hawkwind, saw tooth
      Nevermind straw to gold
      Spin hearts on sleeves into heads on poles
      Arm in the maw
      Fish out pith like a business card in a jar at the mall
      A-alike androids dreaming of carbon applause
      Get stuffed with cartoon cigars
      Cold pack, neti-pot, home to roost
      Around folk backed into what they most lampoon
      Shook to the fevered brow and broke ankles
      Daisy, declawed pound, no thank you
      Fade me
      Failed all basic training
      But I spent a couple groundhog days with a changeling
      Silhouette the god’s last cigarette
      Anything less would be ri-god-damn-diculous
      Roving packs of elusive young become
      Choke lore writers over boosted drums
      In the terrifying face of a future tongue
      Down down from a huntable surplus to one






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