Molecules Lyrics - The Impossible Kid - Aesop Rock

(That's impossible 

Come on 

Spoilers 

The non bon-voyage stock weaponry and soylents 

And whatever stopped the voices 

Colossal paranoia's out to author an abrasive law 

About how warpaint won't assure you ain't a painted whore, baby 

No ground wires, all jaw froth 

Mouth breathing outliers climb outta mothballs 

Wrung stones unsung and alone 

Known to run up in the unknown "Honey I'm home!" 

I push a bucket of bolts, a sort of death in his wake 

I take the hand off the thief, I take the head off a snake 

Approach a pen like revolution's just a sentence away 

Til then he's documenting cops and watching heaven decay 

It's not a gentleman's game it's a generation raised accordingly 

You'll know the differences between the cozy and the quarantine 

Yes y'all the crest fallen care warn 

Ear horn, heir whorin', heir whorin', air horn 

Related 

Naughty & Nice Christmas Songs 

Watch Cardi B Joins James Corden For Carpool Karaoke 

Ariana Grande Adds Her Own Verse To "Last Christmas" 

These awful winds 

Those grinding gears 

This pile o' bones 

That's why I'm here 

Wild frontier 

(Come on) 

These violent drums 

Those primal fears 

This pool of mud 

That's why I'm here 

W-w-w-w-wild frontier 

Photos 

That's impossible, body's still warm 

Scavengers already obsessively knocking on his molecules 

I'm catatonic fat and outta rocket fuel and ramen 

Not a dollar watching Rocky II in Donatello boxers 

At some hot as hell motel in what's supposed to be his Shangri La 

More akin of angry mobs with anchor tats and mangy dogs in vacant lots 

Traded any semblance of consistency to play the odds 

Not even a baby doll to change his gauze 

Not even a hide-away to hide up in 

A side effect of sliding environment to environment 

Driving isn't simply when the tires spin, try again 

Departures and arrivals aren't only time in mileage 

Try again again a raider break off from the phalanx 

And never look back never cook crack K thanks bye 

New York in the rear view then peel... 

Out, til he found New York in the windshield 

These cursed dogs 

Those flying spears 

This rancid food 

That's why I'm here 

Wild frontier 

(Come on) 

These fleeting hopes 

Those vital prayers 

This bag of cash 

That's why I'm here 

W-w-w-w-wild frontier 

This was never an effective way to rally insurgents 

Or really even the occupation of a rational person 

When you write about seclusion and some buyers finally tune in 

You get frightened finding happiness can drive away the movement 

In a jiffy, just eat your food and keep the future iffy 

That fruition's for the viewers who need a loser to pity 

Plus an underlying message of a greater disconnection 

God forbid he try to live or gain momentum 

Mend or pay his penance 

You'd rather see him eat a bowl of mouse traps 

Surf a thousand couches 

Take a jagged little down the hatch 

Chowder heads 

I know you love the way the failure flounder 

Maybe I could be your daily downer 

If his brain left his body and was headed for the door 

Would you take it and then help it find its way into a jar? 

No? fuck it, let him hop around a maze 

We can see who's really lost when the schadenfreude fades 

These churning seas 

Those quiet sneers 

This box of parts 

That's why I'm here 

Wild frontier 

(Come on) 

These creepy friends 

Those dicey dares 

This perfect dark 

That's why I'm here 

W-w-w-w wild frontier