[Intro]
(Woman)
Poems for post modern decay
[Zion]
Yeah, Everyday`s a new change, model life strain
microwave the brain, the babies get trained
to be good worker bees, you can work for me
$2.50 a week and you can sleep on the street
economoic malfuction, consume corruption
somethin`s wrong with this picture, ecstacy with liquor
get a stand quicker, wither in the half moon light of my life we lose vigor
by 28 we half gone already, cause the liver and the kidney corroding steady
get a doctor with some dope then he snatched confetti
got too many damn bills when my bank is empty
[Chorus - Zion]
(I keep fallin) trippin` I can`t get up
I keep fallin, trippin` I gotta get up
(I keep fallin) trippin` I can`t get up
I keep fallin, trippin` I gotta get up
[Aesop Rock]
Yeah, OK, Who are the consumers
what are you consuming
why are you not filtering the poison they are spooning
where you gunna be when the murder rate starts balooning
comin` to your senses on some who the fuck made you king
fame is a ghostly hope, when every hero is a number to the rotary folk
that`s why the low brow plow through a government name
you can trace the moniker if you can chase the train
I place blame with a grotesque, enemy, bloody idol
leavin` it to the innocent to remedy the cycle
my centipedes agree that every pedigree`s entitled to that food, clothes, medicine recipe of the vital
[Zion]
I keep fallin` like I`m trippin
I keep callin` be my prescription
I keep fallin`, and I listen
I keep callin` for some assistance
[Chorus 2X]
[Zion]
Yeah, now let the beat guide dreams, I`ve seen my eyes wide
lookin` for a touch of the eternal, scribble in my journal
watch `em while the world to burn, tryin` to find some serenity with every turn
[Aesop Rock]
Walk with a maggot brain affiliately over the main gate
quicker than he flickerin` at a pancake(?)
shitkicker, mini, and busy, in dark-city, wick lit, tryin to make a shark frenzy bark pennies
[Chorus 2X]
[Poem]
Diabolical times of mass murder, time full of it
speak ease even conversations is nuclear
they fear when its a group of us so we roll in packs
space age patriot act, they got your phone tapped cousin
what you gon do? Don`t let fightin` this beast make a beast outta` you
sometimes I feel like a monster cleanin my 12 gauge
contemplating if I can murder or not, escape routes, and getaways
but the rude awakenin` is man, they lockin` us in cages
tellin` us to abort our babies while they collect sperm donations
attempted depletion of a righteous nation
we got a 100 cable stations, but something is what none of `em are sayin`
my eyelids achin` from bein` open so wide, space age genocide
they can try but they can`t hide, the fact that there`s hope
my history ain`t start on no boat, chained and bound
and the beauty is found that we fall, trip, but never hit the ground
