Aesop Rock

I can't really reach you
I don't know why
When you talk, it's like daggers
It sticks in my mind
Make the carbon copies
And an X marks the spot
The keys and the pocket change
Is all that you got

I know Keith Richards
At least I know his type
Five string ripper
With the devil inside

I can only conclude that it's a state of mind
When you hang our heroes all out to dry

Assaulted by distraction
And the Black Death fox
You get so excited
By Aesop Rock
Aesop will fill you, babe
Fill you up with light
Reconstruction of the same fables
You used to fear as a child

I can only conclude that it's a state of mind
And as we hang our heroes all out to dry